Conversations with God
'Ok, where the heck am I?' I thought to myself as I sat up. "I wonder if this is a dream…" I looked around at the beautiful landscape. "Must be. But it seems so real."
Sitting on emerald green grass, I combed the lands with my eyes. Flowers covered nearly every inch of ground. Their colors were so vibrant and bright, that it almost hurt to look at them. Trees dotted the area, but it was mostly gently rolling hills.
I got to my feet, intent to do some exploring when I heard a voice behind me.
"Janie," he said in a voice like warm honey. "I am here. What is it you need of me?"
Startled, I jerked around. When I saw this man, I'm not sure what went through my mind. Somehow, though, I knew I was facing a King. Seconds after seeing this King's face, I was on my knees, face in the ground. My throat seemed to close up, and I swallowed hard. Involuntarily, my body started to shake, though from what, I do not know. But if I had to hazard a guess it would be from fear. My form locked up, and I couldn't move, not that I really wanted to anyway. The King's presence was so powerful. It demanded respect without being harsh.
A pair of sandaled feet entered my vision though I didn't hear him move. I did, however, feel him kneel in front of me and put a hand on my head. I shook harder, unable to control my body's reaction to his closeness.
"Do not be afraid." his voice soothe my nerves. "You wanted to speak with me. I wish to as well."
Slowly, I dredged my head up to look at the King. "I… I…" Seems like my voice was still lost. I cleared it then tried again. "I don't remember. Is this all a dream?"
I looked away again, incapable of looking at him for long.
I felt his smile. No, I don't know how I did that, and it is really hard to try to explain. The air seemed lighter. The colors became more vibrant. The sun got a little brighter.
"We are in your dream. But even so, I can assure you that I am very real." he placed his hands on my shoulders and lightly pushed me up so I was sitting on my legs. "You wanted to know me personally. So I came to talk."
"O…k…" I said, still unsure about all of this. "So what do you want to talk about?"
"Anything you want to, my child."
"Are you who I think you are?" I felt stupid for asking it, but I had to make sure. I had to know before I started taking this seriously.
"Who do you think I am, beloved?" he inquired instead of answering my question. He smiled encouragingly when I hesitated.
"I think, umm, that you are…" I looking away, fearing ridicule.
He reached out and turned my face back to him. When I gathered the courage, I looked back at him. His eyes held mine softly. His face held a gently smile, and his eyes held a loving, understanding kindness.
It was then that I realized just who was in front of me. And that realization hit me like a ton of bricks. My eyes widened as I breathed his name, "Jesus."