The other night as I was praying Jesus walked with me down this avenue. I believe it was the Holy City. Everything shone, almost like it had its own inner glow or was made of diamonds or something. And the music! 😍 I could have just lay on the sparkling street, listening for HOURS. It was like the very air was made of music. And the interesting thing was, normally, I don’t like cities. I am very much a rural/country girl — my idea of perfection is a starlit night, or the smell of pine trees, or the sunshine on the wild hills around here. But this city... There were so many trees and flowers interspersed with the buildings, and it wasn’t like... contrived, or landscaped, or anything, it was like the city had grown around the trees and plants, leaving room for the natural growth. And there was so much color! From the flowers and plants, to how the light picked up the shine from the buildings, to the curtains in the houses waving gently in the breeze... and everything was so open — there were very few solid doors and windows — it all had the feel of a lovely early summer. And the castle/cathedral on the hill! I got the impression that wherever you were in the city, you could see it. I think that’s where the beautiful music came from. The sky above it swirled with gorgeous colors and was filled with angels.... But what I remember most was the deep JOY and total peace of everything. ❤️
And poof! I was back in my kitchen, reaching for my drawing tools. 🙃
My dreams have been extra vivid as of late as well, and I have been busy sketching their content and doing pictures for others as well. This gift... of prayer, of painting what God shows me... amazes me at every turn. It has been a priviledge to connect with others through it. ❤️
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