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While We Slept..

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You know how it is said He prayed in the night..(as the others slept) He prayed to His Father for hours in the evening?  I was thinking of that ..then this vision went through me as I wanted to console Him or just keep Him loving company from a poor soul He died for:

So here I am from 2017 ( already knowing He would die for us and redeem us…) I see Him in a sort of clearing away from the others following Him – I did not see them asleep.  But there was our Beloved (and this is for all ) kneeling down on the cold ground – I knew somehow it would be colder then, and when I was with Him there praying, very respectfully I walked slowly (on His left side – )  I had on a long sort of white or soft ecru dress to my ankles I would say..younger than I am – my hair was up but I was carrying a white colored blanket for it was cold (I sensed) and I walked over softly while He was praying to His Father.  He did not see me or know I was there (from our time..yeesh)
I was standing (this is all so clear) as I had walked over to Him and was slightly bending down and He turned gently and looked up at me and I said…very softly…I don’t want to disturb You, (as He was in deep prayer) but if you would want me to, would you like me to pray with You?  He looked up at me, and seeing He was feeling the cold too, I put the white blanket over His shoulders and I knelt next to Him – again as I said- on His left.  Then I put the other part of this blanket over my shoulders and we knelt side by side – He put His arm about my waist and I put my right arm about His waist, as the blanket covered us both nicely that way… then we put our free hands together and our fingers entwined..as we just looked at each other with much tenderness… and He put His face next to mine…(so sweet and tender) – and we prayed as that.  Like almost two children praying to our Father.  It was so sweet.  He never said a word and I just assume from this vision we just continued to pray together to the Father, and He would now and then just give me a little kiss on the cheek while we knelt that way( I know for a time.  ) Yet this vision was not long.   I just wanted to be with Him in this clearing to pray with Him and not leave Him alone.  And He was cold.
So that is how this came to me in my spirit.  We are able to in spirit use our imagination to be with Him or anyone, even His Mother Mary or anyone…in their time with Him – He takes it FOR REAL.  Since time is always present to Him.  Lovely!  And for all.
 I pray this encourages others to “visit” Him..esp. in the Garden of Olives where He suffered so much!  It is like when you were with Him in the prison.  This was sort of the same thing, except before His Passion – still teaching and healing I assume, and traveling with His Apostles +
Oh I remember something..how could I forget, dear – there was a prayer I said while kneeling….( one remembers if I visited Him from our time…I could say such a  prayer that would only make sense to Jesus and His Father, so I felt that was unique.)
Knowing while I was by His side like that in this field or clearing, that He was to die for us, and in 2017 I knew this already, my prayer was different perhaps, indeed, but not out of place.  I composed this prayer in my heart while with Him and said the following. Not long, but from my heart.
He just looked tenderly at me while we knelt there and I said to the Father:
Father, I thank You for Your Son Jesus who shed His Blood for us sinners, redeeming us and saving us….I knew it was a prayer He would understand fully…um…”even if it was in the future” and one the Father would accept since I was “visiting” Jesus in this time from “our time”  He sees….all at once +
So this is my account of what transpired, and again, anyone . . . can do this.  This just flowed through me and He was so real and it was so loving being there in “spirit” hoping I was some kind of consolation, even if in a small way.
Shared by Patricia Owens

” I Suffer Too..”

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With the help of Holy Spirit I was able to write this one. Hope it touches everyone hearts who reads it:

My Heart,

I am God, yet I feel the pain;

I hear the cries of many but who hears Mine?

I suffer too I’m not immune;

Knowing the paths of many My heart mourns;

Over and over I try to help but I’m despised;

Who needs God?

Does he even exist?

I don’t give up;

My heart fills with hope looking at another soul

This one surely;

I cry only to be broken again.

-Poem shared by Nara Dominguez in video comments

 

On the Beach with Jesus

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I AM NOT SURE OF TIMING ALWAYS… BUT BETWEEN 2014-16

I love the beach!  Oh dear..poor Jesus… a lot of my imagining is on the beach in a heavenly setting….I tease Him when He sees me there…He will probably run, saying..”No! not the beach again Patricia!  I have had enough..another day..lol lol!” ( No, He won’t…or He will never let me know..He is so sweet and amiable.  Such a kind Gentleman/Spouse of our souls…).
Not sure of the time or years – really does not matter too much I do not think – it is my mind wondering with Him…
I have been told Jesus has a white horse.  And I see us riding quietly on the white sand near the little waves coming on the shore.  His steed is taller than mine..not much..it is white also.  We both have on white garments.  I see Him a lot in such – brown hair and beard and oh- so lovely eyes..but not too clearly if that makes sense.  It is His Presence..that matters most..not the color of hair or garments.  It is His smile and He is happy to be with us all… for sure.
I do not see a saddle or even reigns – like we don’t need them.  I used to ride when young and my mother with her English influence growing up….(lol) was a fine English Saddle horse woman with the white gloves.  …So I have always had a love of riding..it was just so natural to me.  My favorite horses are Palominos..the champaign color mostly..they are so beautiful, but when on the beach I am riding next to Jesus, as I said, on a  smaller horse, but of the same exact breed as His – that I know.  I even  had the feeling the mare I was on was from the same line of His.
And that is really what I imagine..all in color..a calm ocean with little waves and we are riding..I can see us smiling and talking some but not sure what exactly we are saying, just so much at ease, like this is so natural to be with Him and I feel He is this way with all. Indeed.
Another time again we are on the horses together, but this time there are little ponies and lovely children from the ages of 2-5 riding on them..maybe 3-4 of them..like Shetland ponies or miniature horses? Just adorable…and all the children ..some girls and some boys, are dressed up some on these lovely ponies/little horses and following Jesus and me and we are laughing all the time having this nice ride on
the beach.
Another time Jesus and I are on the beach minus the horses – lol –
and the children are with us…some are even older now but not much.
And Jesus and I make a bridge with our hands..there is nice music playing and they are going under our arms and go around us..everyone is so happy –  there are a few songs I love and I have them for when we are on the beach – and sometimes He and I are dancing like almost that Harvest dance that is done at weddings.  Again in white on white sands – and others join in I think and it is so lovely.  But poor Jesus…on the beach…AGAIN!  ha ha.  so I tease Him.
  I lived on Long Island NY for about 34 years – and loved Jones Beach..my aunt used to say…we had sea water for blood! ha ha…so much we were there or Tobay Beach-Lovely.  So those are some of the “things” I have felt with this imagination thingy… and this is for all.  He gave us that gift..so let us use it to bring Him company and consolations.
There are more, but another time.  Some real visions of being with Him, not so much imagination.  And they are similar to ones I have read from others having Near Death Experiences.  Very similar..
… Patricia ( Pat )

In a Cold Dark Cell

Jesus- King in Exile

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 This morning, around 5:30 while still    half asleep, but awake enough to still hear my kitty , Bonnie, crying downstairs (she does that a lot in the early mornings because she hates being the only one awake in the house…lol)        Well when she meowed, I faintly heard her and the first thing that came to mind was how she sounded like a little boy all alone in a prison cell – cold, alone and weeping.

THEN,  I began thinking of Jesus all alone in His holding cell prison cell they pushed Him in after His arrest to await His mock trial some hours later.     I realized our Lord , as the Son of Man, truly did feel alone, abandoned, hurt, afflicted..   and He felt vulnerable like  a young boy shoved in a stone cell — separated from all who loved Him and exposed to those who hated Him.. many who were infested…

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Travailing In Prayer With Jesus

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Unbelievable. ….

When you mentioned something about many being in travailing prayer I was reminded of something my daughter shared with me today. She is 9 years old and frequently worships God alone in her room during “quiet time” when I put my younger sons for a nap. Today during her time of worship, she said she saw Jesus and he was on the floor crying and sobbing and it hurt her to see it. she said she also began to cry and got on her knees to comfort the Lord. She then said she saw the World and was made to understand that something going on in the world is very bad and making Jesus cry. She said she tried singing him songs to make Him feel better but nothing seemed to cheer Him up. it was all she could do to just cry with him on the floor.

She said she could the pain in his chest as if it were her own. When she told me this a couple hours after her experience, she said her chest still hurt. Very powerful. Thank you sister Clare

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Our Lord’s Grief

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JESUS IS BROKENHEARTED AND WORN OUT IN GRIEF:

Last night I came into prayer rather heavy hearted over the tragedy in Orlando and just the state of the world in general. Sometimes I don’t get to give all of myself to Him in prayer as consistently as I might like (I have 3 kids and my youngest is 8 mos and starting to crawl) but I try to maintain a constant dialouge with Jesus throughout the day and make it a habit to at least try and worship once a day. Usually I come into worship feeling down and expecting not to feel Him for not being consistent, but everytime I can feel and sense His presence immediately and begin to cry because of His faithfulness and mercy…

Well, I went into worship shortly after prayer last night feeling very heavy and I couldn’t feel or sense the Lord at all. He just was not responding to me which was very unusal. I became very discouraged by this, thinking, “Maybe I did something wrong?” Nevertheless I continued in worship… About 20 mins in I began to finally feel the Lord. He was completely devestated, worn out, and dispirited. Just torn apart inside and riddled with grief. Then I saw Him. he was laying on my lap and could barely move. It almost seemed like he was dieing from the inside. I was moved with compassion for the Lord and began rubbing his hair and trying to comfort him but he was just weighted down by sadness and grief that nothing I did seemed to help at all. I began to hold his face in my hands and tell him that he was holy and we loved Him. His eyes were closed and he seemed just sick with grief. It was really heartbreaking… I wanted to stay longer in worship but my baby woke up at this point so I needed to tend to him. I wish I could’ve done something more to help him feel better but it didn’t seem like anything could console him.  Even what I’ve written does not justice in describing the amount of grief and sadness I saw in Him. Family, the Lord needs us in this hour. He needs us to stay awake with him and watch with him. he needs our comfort and our worship… We couldn’t begin to imagine the brokenness He feels over what must happen in the world shortly… 😥

Oh gosh, our Jesus… Please Lord, let us comfort you. Create in us a desire stronger than anything we’ve ever known, to serve you. Give us a burden for this nation and the lost. Oh Jesus, how can we bring joy to your heart in this dark hour. show us Lord. We love you, Jesus. We love you so very very much. 😥

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“Tell Me How To Reach Them”

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“….I was cleaning up after dinner and He said  “Timothy…they arent ready are they?…I said “no, Father, they have no clue but they didnt come to hell to get saved and ignore you.”    He said “Tell me how to reach them…if I whisper they call me the devil and shoo me away.”  (i have tears typing this…why would God ask a broken hearted boy in a man’s body how to get His Children to notice Him and talk to Him?)   I think i said “use every sense:…smell,  hear,  maybe an aberition.  He said “hmmmm”.

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