I remember this vision (or maybe it was a dream) that I had in 2004 as if it was yesterday. It was so amazing, so beautiful. I knew that I would never forget it.
I am so strongly reminded of the vision that I had in 2004 as I sit in on a rebroadcast of The Messiah Principles class #12 The Lamed Lifestyle taught by Dr. Derek Sheavly on FB.
I literally had to pause the online class so that I could share this vision that I had so long ago. The remembrance of it was overwhelming me so much that if I didn’t share it here now I wouldn’t be able to pay much attention in class (and I need to) because my spirit is jumping all over the place. I am so close to tears of joy and excitement over what I am learning now especially because I am just now realizing that the Lord showed me what I just heard, in the online class, in a vision so long ago. Praise God!
My definition of a vision is that it is a dream that one has while awake. So from time to time, I might say in this writing that it was a dream, but in all honesty, I don’t remember whether or not I was asleep. My spirit is telling me that I was not asleep.
I think I must have nodded off while I was sitting up writing. It might have been during one of those times when I was writing and thinking deeply about what I was writing that I might have closed my eyes in meditation over something and had a dream/vision. I wasn’t really sleeping, but I also technically was not woke either.
Here is what I remember so vividly…
I was running through this amazing garden with other children who were friends of mine. It was a garden of wildflowers and we were playing tag. Then, the next thing I remember is that they started leaving to go back to the castle, but I was not ready to leave so I stayed out in the garden. I ran and danced around in the open field.
It was just plain beautiful. The grass felt so good under my bare feet. The flowers smelled wonderful. The sun was bright and warm but not overbearingly hot. The birds singing was everything to my ears. I was experiencing sensory overload because it was so beautiful.
It was beautiful. I was a carefree child that happily ran, played, and occasionally lay down in the grass. I had such a wonderful time just being free.
I don’t know what made me leave. I think I heard a bell or alarm that let me know that I needed to hurry and get back myself. Whatever it was that I heard, it was at that moment that I got up and ran back home to the castle where I lived.
When I opened the doors to enter in, there was a huge gasp and then I got yelled at really badly by the older ladies that were waiting for me when I arrived.
“Where were you? You are late! Your Father is waiting for you! Look at you! You are a mess!”
I was a disheveled mess from all of the playing I had been doing outside. My face and clothing were dirty and my hair was a mess.
Hurry up! What did you do to your hair?! We got to get you ready! Take this off! Put that on! Be Still! Hurry Up!”
It was several of them pushing and pulling me as I was being fussed over, and there was one main one who was bossing me around but not in a mean way. It was more like in a governess type of way because she was bossing those who were cleaning me up too.
“Do this…” “Do that…” “Do her hair like this…” “Get that out of her…” (she was talking about my dirty clothes)
They quickly took my dirty clothes off of me and this white gown was put on me. My face and hands were cleaned and my hair was brushed out all while we were walking down this long hallway. There was an urgency and it was clear to me that I needed to follow instructions as they were all talking about how quick we had to be because I was late.
After they dressed me, I continued to follow the head caretaker of me.
We stopped at this door that was to the right of a long hallway full of doors. When she opened it and went in, I followed behind her.
It was a daycare full of crying babies. The women taking care of the babies seemed to me to be overwhelmed because all of the babies were crying and in need. Some were being fed, and some were being cuddled. It was a lot of babies.
We went into another room and there were more children all of the different age groups, As I followed behind my caretaker, I thought that I was being dropped off at the daycare.
Though we had to stop at the daycare, I felt a sigh of relief when I realized that it was not to drop me off. My nursemaid finished taking care of her business then she turned to me and said, “let’s go”.
I promise you I felt some type of relief that I didn’t have to stay in the room with all of the crying babies. I remember feeling some type of appreciation for those who are gifted with the job of caring for a bunch of crying babies and realizing that I am not that one. LOL
I remember taking a mental note of the fact that there were a lot of doors and behind each were classrooms. Different classrooms. It was almost like walking down a high school or middle school corridor where you could look in the window of the door and see a classroom in session at that very moment.
I had no idea where I was being taken. Neither did I fully know where I was except that I got yelled at for being late. They changed my clothes and was rushing to get me somewhere. I was kind of being treated as if I was special but I didn’t at that moment realize how special I was. I didn’t really know who I was except that I was a child.
As we walked along, to my left I saw this one classroom where immediately I recognized one of the students. I asked permission to go over to take a look inside and my request was granted.
I peeped inside to see my choir director, Mr. Thomas, sitting as a student in a classroom where music was being taught. Vocals and Songs. It was revealed to me that here he was a student in a classroom and that this is where he was learning songs and music to teach us on earth.
It was at this moment that I realized that I was in heaven. I understood that the adults on earth are children of different ages in heaven. I understood that the choir directors and leaders receive heavenly downloads from their classrooms in heaven wherein they are taught by angels.
There are different classrooms: prophetic, pastoral, and more.
I literally understood this in my dream and it excited me because I could see the various classrooms. My choir director was in what I would call a high school classroom. He was much older than me. I had to still be in elementary or maybe middle school. I could see the other students and his teacher too.
I remember even after awakening from this vision that I felt some type of mad respect for him because of this what I was seeing. I never told him about it and I knew that those around me didn’t understand how anointed he was. I knew that for others, it was just choir. But I knew that he was some type of special because of this vision that I had.
I wanted to see more, but we needed to leave because I was late.
Late for what?
We arrived at these huge double doors and I was told to go in.
“Huh!?”
“HE is waiting for you. Open the door and go in.”
“By myself? You are not going in with me?”
(laughing) “Silly child, no just you. Go straight up to the front and don’t dillydally.”
I was afraid. I didn’t know what to expect. I entered the room and on both sides of me were grown people. Adults in formalities – courtroom regalia. They were noisy.
They were all talking and all facing towards the front but as I passed, while many ignored me, some would look at me with a scowl.
I felt like I could hear them saying, “She’s late!” I kept walking to the front.
When I got past all of the scary grown-ups there was this open ballroom floor and I saw some of my older siblings so beautifully dressed in beautiful ballroom gowns.
Some of them smiled at me as I passed by them and a few threw looks of annoyance at me,
“it’s about time” “you’re late” “what took you so long” “where you been”
I continued to head to the front where I saw HIM. I saw my DAD. He was sitting on a throne and I, His child, ran up to HIM and gave HIM a huge hug.
I knew where I was.
I was home. I hugged DADDY so tight. I love my DAD so much.
HE smiled at me.
“You are late.”
“I’m sorry.”
More hugs. I didn’t want to let Dad go.
I have a lot of siblings. I remember some type of a waltz playing and they went to go to the dance floor. They danced gracefully. Daddy asked me if I was going to dance, but I didn’t want to. I sat at his feet as He sat on the throne. I had paper and pens and pencils and I would write and draw pictures while sitting at DAD’s feet.
Even when the dancing was over and my siblings left the floor and the room. I stayed as DAD conducted business. I stayed at HIS feet. I watched everything. I soaked it all up. I only wanted to be near my DAD.
Though I enjoyed being outside and playing in the beautiful fields, what I enjoyed the most was being next to my DAD. I enjoyed learning from DAD.
There was more that happened in this dream that I do remember but the only reason I shared it was because of what was said in the Messiah Principles Class #12
Dr. Derek SheavlyTo embrace the Lamed Lifestyle, we must live at the throne of the Great Teacher, the Holy Spirit, so that we can bring forth the words of the King to those around us. We get to the throne through prayer, worship, and studying the words of the King.”
Messiah Principles Class #12 The Lamed Lifestyle
I knew a long time ago that I would never forget that experience that I had in heaven.
I remember being told clearly what everything meant that I saw in the classrooms. For example, my choir director, Mr. Thomas, was being divinely taught what songs to teach us in class.
One of the songs he taught us was a song by Dr. Ron Kenoly called “Call Him Up” and how ironic is it that the last Saturday of April, coming up, I will have an opportunity to be in Dr. Kenoly’s presence for a concert where my friend, Valerie Rankins will be releasing the video of her new song HEAVEN that I sang the background on.
Like this is all blowing me away in the most beautiful way.
Every week I am at Valerie’s home for her rehearsal because my husband will be playing the keyboard for her while she sings her songs and other praise and worship songs for the worship experience. (Dr. Ron Kenoly will be singing his songs also, and there is another person who will be playing his horn.) She keeps asking me to sing with her and I am not yet decided if I want to (shyly laughing).
It just so happened that she was woke and so I asked her for the flyer to her event. 🙂
What a blessing.
Regarding the daycare that I saw with all of the crying babies in it and all of the nurses working hard to comfort them. Those crying babies are all of the adults on this earth who are crying, complaining, whining, and not trusting DAD for the various issues that they are facing on this earth.
Here on earth we see adults, but in heaven the adults are babies of different age ranges.
Confirmation of this is what the Apostle Paul said in 1 Corinthians 3:1-3 and Hebrews 5:12-13.
When I tell you that there are many rooms in heaven, and some of those rooms are nurseries and daycare rooms full of babies. A LOT OF THEM. I promise you I released a sigh of relief when I found out that I wasn’t being dropped off in there. LOL
Well, I have spent a lot of time on this and I need to get back to my Hebrew class. All I want to say is that this was not the only vision that I had of heaven. I’ve had a couple. But to be reminded of this by someone who doesn’t know me just reinforces for me my longing for home.
My heart rejoices.
3 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in Christ with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places, 4 even as he chose us in him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and blameless before him. In love 5 he predestined us for adoption to himself as sons through Jesus Christ, according to the purpose of his will, 6 to the praise of his glorious grace, with which he has blessed us in the Beloved. 7 In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of his grace, 8 which he lavished upon us, in all wisdom and insight 9 making known to us the mystery of his will, according to his purpose, which he set forth in Christ 10 as a plan for the fullness of time, to unite all things in him, things in heaven and things on earth.
Ephesians 1:3-14
11 In him we have obtained an inheritance, having been predestined according to the purpose of him who works all things according to the counsel of his will, 12 so that we who were the first to hope in Christ might be to the praise of his glory. 13 In him you also, when you heard the word of truth, the gospel of your salvation, and believed in him, were sealed with the promised Holy Spirit, 14 who is the guarantee of our inheritance until we acquire possession of it, to the praise of his glory.
By the way, I know who I am now and Whose I am.
I am my FATHER’s daughter.
And I almost forgot to share that it was this vision and the amazing writings from what I was hearing while sitting at FATHER’s feet that originally birthed this website
Between a FATHER and His daughter – a site which is accessed through TheArtisansPEN.com
What many dont know is that DADDY called the website Artisan.
It was to remind me that all wisdom knowledge and understanding comes from HIM. (Exodus 31:1-6 NKJV) and that what I write is not my own but comes from HIM.
Glory.
Between a Father and HIS daughter 