I had a dream-vision last year. It was so real, I remember it vividly.
I stood on a veranda in the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen with
my husband, sisters and their spouses.

We’d taken a break from a fancy dinner party and gone
out for some fresh air.

Behind us a row of majestic mountains, with sharp peaks, pointed
their jagged fingers to the heavens. A waterfall flowed beneath the
veranda into a river in front of the mansion. A silky breeze brushed
over my skin. I breathed deeply and gazed up at the stars, when I
noticed a rip in the night sky. A white light shot through the crack
with electric intensity.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. I squeezed them shut and opened them
again. The crack was still there and grew wider. I saw two groups of
Angels, one on the left, the other on the right. In the middle was a
lone figure. I knew, I just knew, it was Jesus.

They floated closer and closer to us. I stuttered, trying to speak but
words wouldn’t form. I finally heard myself utter, “Angels!” 

My family looked around the garden, thinking I was talking about the
statues. I was frustrated, unable to speak coherently or look away from
the sky.

Not finding the Angel sculpture they looked at me and then followed
my gaze up. We stood in awe, no one spoke. 

All of a sudden we levitated off the veranda. I remembered holding
Todd’s hand. As we went up higher, my shins began to get that tingle. 

I’m afraid of heights, Lord.

A shudder slid over me, down my spine and out my feet. 

I’m not afraid anymore. 

In fact, I felt excited. We floated higher and higher. I looked down.
Beautiful! The place where we had just been was breathtaking
from this arial view.

We entered a thick fog of clouds and then we were in Heaven. The
waiting room was full of people. I saw my best friend, Gail off to the
right. Todd and I stood in front of this beautifully crafted wooden bar.
God and Jesus were handing out drinks. 

“This one will help you acclimate.” “This one is for healing.”
"This one for understanding."

I watched as they gave what each person needed. I was aware that I
was fighting to look up into Jesus’ face. 

Why? You’re being silly, just look. It’s Jesus.

I slowly lifted my focus...up His waist, His shoulders, His neck…

He waited, watching me tenderly. He wanted to be seen. When our
eyes locked a waterfall of love poured from Him into me. It was unlike
anything I’ve felt in my entire life. I can still remember that feeling. 
It came in waves, and with each one, joy and love pumped throughout
my being. I didn’t want to look away, ever. He had the cutest, little boy
grin on His face. He is handsome.

“I KNOW YOU! I REMEMBER YOU!” I explained with shocked joy. 

Memories of us flashed through my mind. I was charged with pure love.
He is love! 

I’ve heard that Jesus is love, but until you’ve experienced it, you just
don’t grasp it. We only have the love we’ve experienced on this earth
to compare it to, and it’s lacking!

I stood in a line waiting to go through two large wooden doors. The
designs on them were so intriquite. Angels brought us tools that fit
the giftings God had put in us at birth. I saw a beautiful Angel with 
long golden hair. She was tall like us, with large iridescent wings.
She brought me a pen and papper. When she handed them to me
I suddenly knew my destiny.

I'm going to be a writer! A great writer. Oh, the stories I'm going
to write! 

I couldn't wait to go through those doors. Let's get this started!

Anticiptaion and joy were my only emotions. But as I stared at
those doors I realized, once we go through them, we can't come
back to earth. I felt this pull between two worlds. The joy and
fulfillment of staying in Heaven and the pull to return to this world
and my loved ones.

An Angel, who looked like a fairy, floated over to me. She was small.
In fact, I remember thinking, she looks like Tinker Bell in Peter Pan.
She carried a quill and paper and she asked me questions. 

Next thing I knew, we were floating back down to earth. The beauty
from this view was breathtaking. I marveled at how much I enjoyed it,
because I wasn't afraid....hmm...I wasn't afraid. That's how I need to
live my life.

I grew up with wrong teaching about God. I honestly thought that He
was on His throne, with a huge club, just waiting to smack me when
I did wrong. 

That’s not who He is. I don’t see Him like that anymore, but I also get
that I have a ways to go in understanding His love for me. He’s pleased
with me, because He’s pleased with the sacrifice Jesus made for me.
I’ve accepted that gift of salvation. My name’s in the Lamb's Book Of
Life and I will spend eternity with Him.

So, in praying for the rapture, I’m also praying that His beloved children,
who haven’t accepted that gift, would see Him for who He truly is. He
is love. He loves you. He is NOT angry with you. He’s prepared a way of
escape. Just call on Him, He will answer. Come Lord Jesus!