DANCING WITH YAHSHUA

A writing by Mary Lou

I have had many wonderful experiences in my quest to know Yahshua, the one known by most of the world as Jesus of Nazareth. From childhood, he has been my closest friend, confidant, and teacher; but this experience with him is the most lovely of all. Only those who have experienced the reality of heavenly visions from the realm of LOVE could begin to know the intensity of what I am about to share with you.

The timing was especially significant as it was the early morning of Valentines Day, and I had expressed my loneliness as a single woman without a sweetheart to celebrate it in my evening prayer the night before, just as I was falling off to sleep. The experience began as I dreamed I was in a car with many friends driving up to a white house in the country. I heard someone exclaim, "It's Jesus! He's here!"

We pulled up close to the house, and I felt to wait as each one in the car went out to meet him. Yahshua had just returned from working. (I perceived, he had been helping friends build something since he is a carpenter.) I waited patiently as he embraced each one, and rejoiced with them all that we would be so blessed to meet our Beloved in person! I noticed he was wearing a white natural linen robe like we so often see in paintings of him. When my turn came, I exited the car only to find him gone! My heart sank and I was bewildered as to why he would not have been there to embrace me as he did the others. I had waited so patiently making sure not to crowd them, giving each one time, preferring each one before myself; and now, I had missed the opportunity to meet the one person in all creation I wanted to meet more than anyone else!

I entered the house with a heavy heart and no understanding of why my Beloved Yahshua would have embraced everyone else and left before I came to him. Had I done something to displease him? Did he love me less than the others? I entered the house and walked into the living room alone. My friends had gone elsewhere to celebrate together their exciting encounter with the Prince of Peace and none had even seemed to notice that I was left out. I stood in the middle of the room, looking down at the multicolored rug and feeling very sorry for myself that I had been so neglected.

A warm feeling suddenly came over me as I noticed I was no longer dreaming, but was actually fully awake and I felt drawn to look down the hallway in front of me. There he was! ...my Beloved Yahshua!...freshly showered and walking right to me with arms open and the warmest smile I had ever seen. I felt my knees go weak and my heart pounded with excitement as he took my hands in his and began turning with me in a circle, looking lovingly into my eyes. His hair, still damp from the shower, was light brown with sun streaks through it and ended in a curve around his strong jaw line. He wore a light, closely trimmed beard slightly darker than his hair which accented the laugh lines in his face. The lines were deep with the many expressions of love he had given and his skin was bronzed from much time spent outdoors in the elements. He was wearing a soft, dark green cotton shirt with the sleeves rolled up towards the elbows, and faded blue jeans. He is a medium sized man, just a few inches taller than me which made it possible for us to look right into each other's eyes...and those awesome eyes...like looking into heaven and the depths of the sea all at the same time...so full of love, so kind, so gentle, and so very comfortable as one I have known intimately forever. I felt suspended, as if my feet were not even touching the floor as we moved together in our circle of love.

Faster and faster, we circled and laughed like two little kids on a merry-go-round in a dance that felt like it could go on forever. He began to slow us down to a gentle stop, still grinning and eyes locked on mine. He leaned back, folded his arms and laughed a big belly laugh; but I noticed that I was still holding his hands and wondered how this could be. Though I tried to ask him how this was possible, no words came out; he continued to laugh as he placed his hands back into his hands and circled with me again in our joyous celebration dance. Again, he gently slowed us to a stop, and looking yet more deeply into my eyes, pulled me so close to his heart that I could feel it beating with my own. We held all creation in our embrace...the stars, the other worlds, the ends of time and back to now were all mine for what seemed an eternity and a moment all at the same time. Truly, I had never experienced such love and I wanted to hold him forever.

Ever so gently, the sweetness of the moment melted into the world I was used to seeing around me as I woke each morning. I was so overwhelmed with love and even today, I can still feel his embrace and see his deep blue eyes...the color of a clear summer sky at the horizon of the deep, calm, blue sea. The question was still rolling around inside me as to what had actually taken place when I danced in the embrace of the King of Love.if the hands I was holding were not Yashua's, whose hands were they? The answer came:

"No matter whose hands you hold, they are mine."

Mary Lou Christianson

Originally written February 18, 2002

Revised August 29, 2005

A writing by Mary Lou

This is a story about something my friend Les heard in the Spirit:

What you call supernatural is really meant to be natural for you. What you think of as natural is really sub-natural, below where you are meant to be in your thinking.

When I have time with my children, I squeeze every minute I can out of our visits and usually stay until the last moment I can; but, an urgency came in me to leave a day early to travel to Knoxville to be with our friends Chris & Martha before the others arrived for a weekend gathering. An unusual excitement had settled upon my Spirit, and I was looking forward to driving through Gatlinburg and Pigeon Forge on the way. I was prompted to call Chris as we left Greenville, and found that if we came straight there, we could meet Gloria before she flew out to Chicago that afternoon. Of course, we were happy to change our plans, which put us in Gatlinburg a day later...at the appointed time for the rest of this story to unfold.

Chris, Floyd and I had a lovely time walking the flower lined streets of Gatlinburg, and were winding up our delightful day in this charming city when we noticed some commotion up ahead. Drawing closer, we could see a woman falling back onto a park bench as her daughter was frantically trying to revive her by slapping her cheeks as she yelled, "Mom! Mom!"

As we approached, the mother exhaled and became still, eyes and mouth wide open. She was a woman in her 60s or 70s, and her daughter told us anxiously that her Mom had an enlarged heart. She told us she was trying to find pills to revive her somewhere in her purse, but couldn't locate them. She then looked up at us in a desperate plea for help and asked, "Does anyone know what to do?"

At the same time, out of the corner of my eye, I could see Floyd walking on by, and I thought, "Well, that's real sensitive! How could he just walk right by this poor woman?" I then turned to ask Chris, "Do we know what to do?"

At this point, you would think we might try CPR or perhaps begin commanding the life to come back into her, but instead, a cloud of peace began to envelope us. Chris placed his hand on the woman's forehead as I put my right hand on the side of her neck, looking for a pulse and holding her up as her daughter searched through her purse. Time seemed to stand still, and as we gently began to speak peace and life to her mother, the daughter quietly leaned back on the bench by her Mom and watched.

There were no signs of life, and I wondered what the outcome would be. Was it time for this precious soul to cross over? What I didn't know at the time was why Floyd had continued walking by when Chris and I stopped. You see, as we approached them, Floyd saw the daughter and the mother, and a third woman standing beside them watching what was going on. This third woman looked like the mother, but was about 30 years younger, and she spoke to Floyd as we walked up. She began by saying, "I've had a good life, and if this is my time to go, I am ready." She then began to walk with Floyd and tell him about her life. Floyd realized that he was interacting with the spirit of the mother, and he thought maybe he was there to reassure her, and to walk her into the next life.

She suddenly stopped and said to Floyd, "I've gotta go!" and, pouf! She disappeared. At that moment, as Chris and I looked intently on the face of the lifeless woman sitting on the bench, she began to blink her eyes and the color crept back into her face from the top of her head going downwards like it was being poured into her from above. She closed her mouth and looked around, somewhat bewildered at what had transpired. We told her that she was going to be all right, and that the paramedics would be there soon to make sure she was OK. She said, "Oh that's OK, I was just a little tired. I'm OK now." She didn't seem to have any idea what had just happened.

The daughter looked up and said, "Oh, thank you!" We smiled and said we'd be on our way as we saw the paramedics arriving.

As we walked on up the street, we all looked at each other and I asked, "Exactly what just happened here?" Was this an answer to questions I had hidden in my heart for years: What will it be like in those last days? How will we raise the dead or heal the sick? Will it be like the "great healers" of the Pentecostal age, with their fanfare and loud commands?

We went back the next day to speak to the young man who had dialed "911" to see what had happened after we left. He told us that the paramedics had checked the lady out and that she had walked to her car and gone home. Here is a woman who had an enlarged heart, suffered what appeared to be heart attack and died, then got up and walked away from it. Is it possible that she might have received a new heart? For sure, she received an extended time with her loved ones, a chance to continue to participate in this exciting time of awakening here on planet Earth.

When think of how these things were done by our Savior, I remember how quietly and simply he spoke to those he raised. He spoke to them, Spirit to Spirit, in a manner as natural as breathing. And so it was with us as we spoke peace and life on both sides of the veil.

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