November 30th, 2014

Before my dream I happened to have one of my friends over, named Hope. I opened up my blue eyes to stare at her. She was on the couch with a blanket tucked over her, crouched in a fetal position with her facing towards me. I closed my eyes and had this vision...

*****

I stood outside in back modern times when Jesus Christ was in the area of the world near Israel. Hope's parents had left me in charge of her while they left to go do some traveling.

Hope had come down sick and her blonde hair looked limp. She had dark circles under her eyes, her blue eyes vacant as the suffering grew worse over the days. She wasn't getting better after a week and I knew she was coming close to death's door.

I walked around the market town and entered the temple, I prayed several days and asked that Jesus would come to heal my best friend. We had heard that He was going to head this way towards Israel.

A disciple came around of His and I begged him to have Jesus come heal my friend. Peter disregarded me and said, using pictures of Jesus which were familiar from my moms computer, "He will come this way. Down this forlorn path with purity and grace." Peter left without much further speaking.

Two months later, I held Hope in my arms as she slowly died. I cried as they took her body to the tomb. I made sure everything was prepared and sat outside. The huge rock hadn't covered the opening because I figured that her parents, sister and relatives would like to say good-bye.

I remained outside. My palms pressed against my face as tears swept down my eyes and made my cheeks look puffy and my nose swollen with snot. (lovely picture to imagine no doubt!)

I cried for what seemed like hours. I heard footsteps but didn't bother to straighten up. The person could see I was distressed, came over and sat down on a boulder next to me.

Lifting up a hand was placed on my shoulder. My sorrow slowly went away and I was overcome with a sense of peace. "Why do you cry?"

"I had to bury my best friend. She...d-died in my arms sir." More tears blurred my vision though my hands still covered up my face. "You are sad, for you're loss?"

"Yes. Jesus was supposed to come. He didn't come." I said, feeling defeated in my tone of voice. "Who told you He was coming?"

"His disciple, Peter. But he overlooked it and told me not to bother him. Said he was doing too important things to be bothered to help my friend." Anger swirled around me but the man's hand squeezed my shoulder gently and whispered in a soft voice, "I always have time for the sick and the sinned. Open your eyes Emily."

Lifting up my head I opened up my eyes and stated in amazement. He sat with a smile on His face. "It's you? You're Him?"

"Yes. I'm here now. No need to be afraid." His smile warmed my heart. His short but wavy brown hair resembled a tree's bark moving against the wind. His bluish-green eyes held amusement and happiness. I'd never seen anything so beautiful.

Standing up, He moved towards the open tomb and walked inside. I stood up, watching and waiting. Several seconds ticked by before He came out holding hands with my best friend.

I cried out and ran the rest of the way towards her. I bear-hugged her to the point she said, "I can't breathe!"

"You just died and came back and you're worried about breathing?!" I shouted and pulled back grinning from ear to ear. I turned and hugged Jesus next. He tilted back His head and laughed. It sounded like church bells going off and then at the same time it sounded like a waterfall cascading down the rocks smoothly. First with a soft whisper and then with a loud splash or a bang noise.

Pulling back I let out a breath. Jesus Christ stared down at me. "Thank you, Jesus of Nazareth."

*****

Then I woke up. What an amazing birthday present early from Jesus Christ. :)