I heard my parents praying that I would make it through the night…..Around 3am. something woke me up and I wasn’t sick anymore. I saw Him standing, holding out His arms to me. He really did have a robe on. And sandals, too. I could see the crown of thorns on His head, but the halo of light blinded His actual facial features. He stood there with His hands outstretched toward me and said, “Come to Me, My child.” I pinched myself to make sure what I was seeing was not a dream and wanted nothing more than to walk into the arms of Jesus for a hug! I went to get up and go to Him, but when I did I took my eyes off Him to push myself up off the couch and He was gone.
Next morning I was at the breakfast table with the rest of the family when I made this announcement. “Oh! By the way, there was a man in the house last night!. Mom nearly choked on her coffee, then asked very calmly, “Did you know this man?” When I relied “Yes!” she choked her coffee down again. You could see she was brewing up a tantrum, thinking that someone we know had the audacity to come into our home while we slept! I immediately put her mind to rest by telling her, “No mom! It was Jesus!” Then came another choke on her coffee! Oh how it must have felt to raise a kid such as me! Hehe! Mom asked me a bunch of questions as to what He looked like, what was He wearing and things like that, when I told her, “Mom, let me tell you from the beginning everything that happened.” When I got to the part where He spoke those words, “Come to Me, My child.” mom nearly choked on her coffee once again. She said in a very excited voice, “He spoke to you?!” Well, I didn’t think anything about that! Why wouldn’t He speak to me? But, mom said all the books she’s read where people have told their stories of seeing Jesus, none or very few of them ever wrote that He spoke orally to them.
As a little girl, I just assumed this was a “somewhat normal” thing that happened. As an adult, I don’t know of a single person who has had the same experience. I don’t know why this happened to me, but I know one thing! God sent His Son to pay me a visit! Why? It doesn’t matter. You may say He came to heal me that night, but I know there was much more to it than that. All through the years I have known that God is real and I could never ever deny Him because He sent His Son to come pay me a visit! For those of you who may be reading this, if you know me then you know I would never ever make this up because I fear God. He is my Father and like any good father, if your child told a lie, the child would get reprimanded in one way or another. Just strike me dead, God if this is a lie! You only need to truly fear God if you are not walking in His light! Please God, I pray this helps someone to realize how very real You really are.
PS. I will get my hug one day!
Administrator note: This was originally posted by Tammi (Herron) Skidmore on her Facebook page on 12 Sept, 2015. I was given permission to place a copy here as a guest post. I have some amazing friends!