I was walking on rocky ground, the craggy rocks the size of basketballs and footballs. It was grey and overcast, and the ground sloped slightly. I could not get my footing. I was struggling and afraid.
Then, Psalm 9 verse 10:
"Those who know your name trust in you,
for you, O Lord, do not abandon those who search for you."
"Where should I look? Up? Down? Forward? Left? Right? Behind? Tell me, and I will turn my eyes."
A Voice answered: "Look here."
I looked and saw a face appear where there had been none before. The air shimmered to let Him through.
"Look at me," He said. I did. We started to walk and I started to stumble. I looked down and saw Death at my feet. A hand, a face, buried in the rubble. She looked like me but not me either. I gasped.
The Voice spoke: "That vision is not from me." Its authority drew me back to Him.
I mentally struggled and then pushed Death out of my mind. I refocused on Him. He clasped my hands, walking backwards in front of me, urging me forward.
The scene flickered as I walked.
Where grey, overcast skies had been, blue skies replaced them. The jagged ground was actually a hilly meadow, filled with soft grass and wildflowers, bees buzzing, birds flitting. The sun kissed everything with its warmth.
"This was here all along."
"Yes. Now, walk with me."