When I Saw Him.
I see visions.
When I pray. When I don’t. When I sleep. When I’m awake.
They allow me to see God’s heart. I sometimes see people, not as they are, but as they can be.
I see visions. It’s really nothing new.
God often gives them to me as I pray over His children. They help me understand what the Holy Spirit is doing, or what he desires to do in them.
But I wasn’t prepared to have them suddenly stop.
On Tuesdays and Thursdays, we slink into a busted-up matatu, plant ourselves in the raggedy seats, grab the windows and lock our limbs to...