Rocky Ground

Today, I had a vision.

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.

I smiled.

"This was here all along."

He smiled.

"Yes.  Now, walk with me."