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Visions

Vision of God’s Glory

Behold the vision, glorious and overwhelming, as the Almighty sits enthroned in radiant majesty. His throne gleams like sapphire, His form surrounded by fire that pulses with life. Flames rise around Him, yet the heat is not one of fear but of warmth—inviting, like the hearth of a loving Father’s home. His glory fills the space, so bright you can scarcely look upon Him, yet you feel drawn to Him, as though if you could just reach out, your hand might touch the hem of His robe (Malachi 4:2). The light surrounds you, not consuming but embracing, a tangible reminder that He is not distant—He is here, with you (Deuteronomy 31:6).

His voice thunders through the air like the roar of many waters, commanding awe and reverence, but beneath its power, there is a gentleness, a call that pulls at your heart (Revelation 1:15). “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty,” the seraphim cry, their wings trembling at His presence, but your spirit knows He calls not only them but also you (Isaiah 6:3, Revelation 4:8). His voice echoes deep within, a Father beckoning His children to come closer (John 10:27). The ground trembles beneath your feet, but you are not shaken. The whole earth is filled with His glory (Habakkuk 2:14), yet He is close, as near as the breath you draw (Acts 17:27).

The air is thick with the scent of incense, rising with the prayers of the saints, and as it swirls around you, it carries a sense of peace, as though the very fragrance of His presence assures you that you are not alone (Revelation 5:8). You are standing on holy ground (Exodus 3:5), yet the fear that once gripped you dissolves in the presence of His love (1 John 4:18). The fire that burns before His throne does not consume—it cleanses, making a way for you to come near (Isaiah 6:6-7), to be close to the One who knows you by name (Isaiah 43:1).

His gaze, like flames of fire, pierces through the depths of your soul (Revelation 1:14), yet there is no condemnation, only a Father’s love (Romans 8:1). His eyes see everything—every hidden corner, every unspoken thought—and still, He calls you to come (Psalm 139:1-3). You feel His nearness, like a protective presence beside you (Psalm 91:1-2), guiding you, comforting you. The weight of His glory presses down upon you, but it is not crushing—it is the comforting embrace of a Father who holds His child close (Isaiah 40:11).

You long to reach out, to touch Him, for His presence feels so near, so real. Though His throne is high and lifted up, He is not far away. He is the loving Father who walks with His children (Isaiah 41:10). He stands by your side, even in the midst of His majesty, His hand always outstretched toward you. And in that moment, you know, with a certainty deeper than anything you have ever known, that He will never leave you, never forsake you (Hebrews 13:5).

And then, as suddenly as it began, the vision fades. The fire that burned so brightly, the throne that stood high and exalted, the radiant light that filled the heavens—all begins to dim. Yet, though your eyes no longer see, you know that His presence remains. The roar of many waters quiets, the voices of the seraphim fall still, and the trembling of the earth beneath your feet ceases.

But the peace lingers, a deep and abiding assurance that the One who was, who is, and who is to come still reigns. His majesty, His power, and His love are not confined to the vision—they are everlasting. The glory of the Lord endures forever, and His hand remains outstretched toward you, guiding you, calling you, walking with you through every shadow and every light.

As the vision closes, you are left standing, filled with awe, but also with a profound sense of hope. The One seated on the throne is not far off—He is near. He is your Father, and His kingdom will never end.

“He who testifies to these things says, ‘Yes, I am coming quickly.’ Amen. Come, Lord Jesus. The grace of the Lord Jesus be with all. Amen.”

(Revelation 22:20-21)

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A Vision of the Bridegroom’s Joy

I was carried away in the Spirit last night, and the heavens opened before me, revealing a magnificent sight. Jesus, the Bridegroom, stood before His radiant Bride, His Church, in all His glory. His face was like the sun, His eyes like flames of fire, and His voice echoed through the heavens like the sound of rushing waters. Yet, within that power was a tenderness, a love that filled the atmosphere. The fragrance of His presence was sweet, like myrrh and spices, and the air shimmered with His glory.

Then I heard it—a song. It was not just any song, but a love song, flowing from the very heart of the Bridegroom to His Bride. As He sang, the whole of creation seemed to lean in, captivated by the melody. His voice was deep, rich with the anointing of heaven, filled with the love of Jesus for His Church. Every note carried a weight of glory, and the sound wrapped around His Bride like a garment of pure love.

In the hush of early morning, when the world is still asleep,
Feel the brush of My affection, like the wind upon your cheek.
Let the golden rays of sunrise paint My love across your skies,
Hear the songbirds serenading, it’s My call to you, arise.

As He sang, I saw the Bride standing still, her eyes fixed upon her Groom. The sun began to rise behind her, its golden rays painting the sky with hues of His love. The morning air was still, but the soft breeze carried the whispers of His affection. The birds began to sing, joining in the melody, a call for the Bride to awaken, to arise into His love. The atmosphere was electric with His presence, and the earth seemed to tremble with joy.

Oh, My beloved, draw near to Me,
In My presence, you’re set free.
Feel My Spirit, calm and still,
In My arms, you’ll find My will.

His voice carried this chorus over her, and in that moment, I felt the weight of His love—an invitation for her to come closer. His Spirit was calm, still, and yet more powerful than any force I had ever known. The Bride stepped forward, and I could see the chains of fear, of doubt, fall from her as she entered His embrace. In His arms, she found peace, she found her purpose, she found His will.

Walk with Me through fields of flowers, feel the dew beneath your feet,
Every blossom tells a story of a love profound and deep.
Gaze upon the distant mountains, touching heavens high above,
Know that every peak and valley echoes whispers of My love.

I saw the Bride and the Bridegroom walking together through a field of flowers, the ground beneath their feet glistening with morning dew. Each blossom seemed to tell its own story, each petal an expression of His deep, unending love. The mountains in the distance stretched toward the heavens, and their peaks and valleys echoed the soft whispers of His love for her. His voice continued to sing, filling the air with this divine affection.

Oh, My beloved, draw near to Me,
In My presence, you’re set free.
Feel My Spirit, calm and still,
In My arms, you’ll find My will.

With every step, the Bride grew closer to the Groom’s heart, and His presence around her deepened. There was no rush, only the overwhelming peace of being held in the love of her King.

When the storms of life are raging and the shadows cloud your sight,
Feel My hand within your own, guiding you toward the light.
Every tear that falls I cherish, every cry I surely hear,
Wrap yourself within My presence, let go of all your fear.

Suddenly, the vision shifted, and I saw the Bride walking through a storm. Dark clouds swirled around her, and the winds howled, but she was not alone. The Groom was there, His hand tightly holding hers, guiding her toward the light. Every tear she shed, He wiped away, every cry was heard by His heart. His presence wrapped around her like a shield, and the fear that had gripped her heart began to fade away as His voice continued to sing over her.

Oh, My beloved, draw near to Me,
In My presence, you’re set free.
Feel My Spirit, calm and still,
In My arms, you’ll find My will.

Even in the midst of the storm, His voice never wavered. His song was steady, a rock in the chaos, calling her to rest in His love and find freedom in His arms. The storm passed, and the Bride was left standing in the light of His glory.

In the quiet of the evening, under stars that shine so bright,
Feel the rhythm of My heartbeat matching yours in gentle might.
Let the moon cast silver blessings as you rest within My grace,
Dream of joy and hope unending till you see Me face to face.

The scene softened, and night fell. The stars above glowed brightly, each one reflecting the light of His love. The Bride rested in His arms, feeling the rhythm of His heartbeat matching her own. The moon cast its gentle light upon them, and the atmosphere was thick with grace. As He sang, she closed her eyes, dreaming of the day when she would see Him face to face, and their joy would be unending.

Oh, My beloved, draw near to Me,
In My presence, you’re set free.
Feel My Spirit, calm and still,
In My arms, you’ll find My will.

This chorus rang through the heavens, an eternal song of love, pulling the Bride deeper into the heart of the Groom.

As the seasons change around you and the years all fade away,
Know My love remains unchanging, constant through each passing day.
When the final curtain’s closing and your journey finds its end,
You will step into My kingdom, where our joy will never end.

The vision grew brighter, and I saw the end of all things. The Bride and Groom stood together at the threshold of eternity, their love unchanging, constant through the ages. Jesus sang of the final day, when the journey would end, and the Bride would step into His kingdom. There, joy would never cease. The song swelled, filling the heavens with a final crescendo of glory.

Oh, My beloved, draw near to Me,
In My presence, you’re set free.
Feel My Spirit, calm and still,
In My arms, you’ll find My will.

You are the apple of My eye, the treasure that I seek,
Forever and always, My love for you runs deep.

As the vision lingered, I saw the Bridegroom extend His hand toward His Bride, His eyes full of unspoken promises and eternal love. The heavens above seemed to stretch out in awe, and the earth below stood still, as if all of creation was holding its breath. The Bride took His hand, and as their fingers intertwined, a brilliant light burst forth, illuminating everything around them. I could hear the angels singing, their voices blending with the Bridegroom’s song, a heavenly symphony of praise and adoration.

The Groom spoke softly now, but His words carried a weight that resonated through the depths of my soul. “You are Mine, beloved. I have loved you with an everlasting love. From the beginning of time, I have prepared this moment, when you would stand by My side, radiant and holy. My joy is complete in you, and nothing will ever separate us. For you are My Bride, and I am your Groom.”

His voice grew quieter, more intimate, as He leaned closer to His Bride. “The journey has not always been easy,” He whispered, “but you have never been alone. Every step you took, I was there. Every trial, I carried you. And now, at the end of the age, you will walk with Me into a joy that knows no end.”

The vision began to fade, but the song—the song of His love—remained, echoing in the heavens and in the hearts of all who had witnessed it. The Bride stood in perfect peace, her eyes fixed on her Groom, as they prepared to step into the fullness of eternity, where the sound of His love would resound forever.

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Holy Longing and Divine Encounter

At an unexpected time, a vision appeared before me, vivid and overwhelming, as if reality itself had given way to the unseen realm. I stood in a vast assembly, surrounded by believers who had gathered with one purpose—to seek the face of God. The air was thick with anticipation, a fragrance of sweet incense rising from the altar, mingling with the aroma of fresh anointing oil that began to flow freely, golden and fragrant, a symbol of the Spirit’s unrestrained presence.

As I breathed in, the scent of oil and incense filled my lungs, and I could feel the warmth of the fire burning deep within my chest. The atmosphere was alive with the sound of many voices, lifted in worship, but not the familiar songs of routine. These were new songs, birthed in the moment, raw and unfiltered, as if each word was being drawn directly from the wells of living water within their souls (John 7:38). The melodies intertwined with the wind that began to stir—soft at first, like a whisper through the trees, then building into a mighty rushing force that caused the very walls to tremble (Acts 2:2).

The ground beneath my feet shook, and I could feel the vibrations moving up through my legs, reverberating in my bones. It was as though the earth itself was responding to the presence of the Almighty. Suddenly, the wind became a torrent, swirling around the assembly, and with it came a fire—holy and fierce, yet not consuming. It descended from above, resting upon each head like tongues of flame, and with the fire came a heat that penetrated to the very core, igniting hearts with a passion that could not be quenched (Acts 2:3).

In the midst of this encounter with the Lord, I looked and saw those who had lived their entire Christian lives in the familiarity of routine, their eyes opening wide in astonishment. They had come expecting the usual—a service they could sleep through, a sermon they could predict, a worship they could endure. But now, they were confronted with the reality of a God who could not be contained by their expectations. The air around them shimmered with the weight of glory, so thick it felt like the very breath of God was filling their lungs.

As I continued to behold the scene, I saw twenty-four elders seated on thrones, clothed in white robes, with crowns of gold upon their heads. Their faces were filled with awe and reverence as they cast their crowns before the throne, crying out, “Worthy are You, our Lord and God, to receive glory and honor and power, for You created all things, and by Your will they existed and were created” (Revelation 4:10–11). Their voices joined with the sound of the cherubim and seraphim, who flew back and forth with wings covering their faces, crying out with voices that shook the heavens, “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty, who was, and is, and is to come” (Revelation 4:8).

The presence of the elders added to the solemnity of the moment, their worship serving as an example to the gathered assembly. The ground continued to tremble beneath their feet, and the room filled with a thick, fragrant smoke—like the smoke of incense rising before the throne of God. It obscured my vision, yet I could feel the nearness of the Lord, so close it was as if I could reach out and touch Him. The smoke carried with it the scent of burning coals, and I saw them—glowing, fiery coals being brought forth by an angel, who touched them to the lips of the people, purifying them, setting their words on fire with the holiness of God (Isaiah 6:6–7).

The heat of the coals seared through my senses, a holy pain that was at once cleansing and empowering. I felt the fire of God settle upon my heart, burning away every impurity, every doubt, leaving only a desperate hunger for more of Him. The wind of God filled my sails, propelling me forward into the depths of His presence, where time and space no longer mattered, only the reality of the living God who was making Himself known.

And then the Lord spoke, His voice like the sound of many waters, filling the place with a reverberation that shook the very foundations. “Behold, I am coming soon. Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be filled” (Matthew 5:6). The words were a promise, a call to awaken from the slumber of routine, to taste and see that the Lord is good (Psalm 34:8).

As the vision faded, I was left with an insatiable longing—a longing for the real Jesus, the One who cannot be confined by tradition or expectation, the One whose glory fills the temple, whose fire consumes every heart, whose wind carries us into the uncharted territories of His presence. And I knew, with a certainty that could not be shaken, that I needed this God more today than I did yesterday, and I would need Him even more tomorrow. For in this holy encounter, I had tasted the goodness of the Lord, and nothing else would ever satisfy.

A Call to the Lord

Oh, Lord God Almighty, who was, and is, and is to come, I call upon Your name. We stand before You, longing to see Your face, to experience Your unrestrained presence. Shake us from the slumber of routine, break through the walls of our expectations, and let Your glory fill our lives like never before. Let Your holy fire rest upon us, purifying our hearts, and let Your wind propel us into the depths of Your love and truth. We hunger and thirst for righteousness, knowing that only You can satisfy the longing of our souls.

Father, I pray that Your Spirit would flow freely among us, that the oil of Your anointing would pour over us, and that we would not settle for anything less than the fullness of Your presence. Fill us with the unexplainable glory of Your majesty, and let the cry of the seraphim and the worship of the elders be the cry of our hearts: “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty.” We need You, Lord, more today than we did yesterday, and we will need You even more tomorrow. Draw us closer to You, and let our lives be a testimony of Your unfathomable goodness.

In the name of Jesus Christ, our Savior and King, we pray. Amen.

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The Love of the Father

I was taken up in the Spirit, and a vision of heaven unfolded before my eyes. The radiance of God’s throne filled the expanse with a brilliance that no earthly words can fully describe. As I stood before the Almighty, a voice like the sound of many waters spoke, revealing mysteries beyond time and space.

“Before the foundation of the world, I knew you,” said the voice, echoing through the heavens. I saw a vast tapestry, intricately woven by the hand of God the Father, displaying the story of creation and beyond. Each thread represented a soul, and among them, I saw my own. The colors of the tapestry were vivid and alive, shimmering with the breath of God Himself.

The voice continued, “Every thought, every choice, every sin—I knew them all. Yet my love for you never wavered.” The words resonated within me, and I felt the weight of my own sins pressing upon my heart. I saw a chasm, dark and deep, separating humanity from the holiness of God. The air was thick with the sorrow of separation, a tangible sense of loss and yearning.

Then, the scene shifted, and I beheld the cross. It stood tall and rugged, stained with the blood of the Lamb. I felt the ground tremble as the sky darkened, and a cry pierced through the heavens, “It is finished!” I saw Jesus, battered and bruised, His love poured out in every drop of blood. The fragrance of sacrifice filled the air, mingling with the scent of myrrh and aloes.

As I gazed upon the cross, I felt the weight of sin lift from me, replaced by an overwhelming sense of peace and love. The voice spoke again, softer now, “Through My Son, you are reconciled. Come, know Me, and walk in relationship with Me.” The air was filled with a melody, a symphony of angels singing praises to the Lamb who was slain.

In that moment, I looked to the heavens and saw the morning stars singing together, their light dancing in harmonious praise. As it is written, “When the morning stars sang together and all the sons of God shouted for joy” (Job 38:7 AMP). Their voices, like a celestial choir, intertwined with the angelic hymn, creating a sound so beautiful that it filled my soul with awe.

I felt His presence surround me, a warmth that penetrated my soul. “In Him you live and move and have your being,” the voice declared. I knew then that my every breath, every heartbeat, was sustained by His grace. The vision continued, and I saw tears, countless and glistening, each one collected by God’s gentle hands. “Your tears are precious to Me,” He said, “I have kept them in My bottle and recorded them in My book.”

My heart swelled with gratitude, and I joined the heavenly chorus, my voice lifted in praise. The sound was joined by the Song of Moses and of the Lamb, a timeless hymn of deliverance and victory. “Great and wonderful are Your works, O Lord God, the Almighty; Righteous and true are Your ways, O King of the nations!” (Revelation 15:3 AMP). This song echoed through the ages, proclaiming the majesty and righteousness of our God.

“To Him who sits on the throne and to the Lamb be blessing and honor and glory and dominion forever and ever!” The sound of worship was like a mighty river, flowing through the expanse of heaven, touching every corner of creation.

In that moment, I knew that this song would never end. Forever, we will sing His praise, for He is worthy. The vision faded, but the truth remained etched in my heart. God’s love, unfathomable and eternal, knew me before time began, and will hold me forever.

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