The Night Jesus Came To Visit
I was either 5 or 6 years old (I can't remember for sure). I shared a bedroom with my little sister at the time. I had been sleeping. When I awoke, I was sitting straight up in my bed. There stood Jesus Christ, just above my sister's bed (her bed was right next to mine). A peace came over my young body. Although I never met Him before, I Immediately knew it was Jesus? He did not speak to me, out of His mouth. He spoke His thoughts into my mind. He simply told me, not to argue with my sister. My thoughts raced, I wanted to explain why I argued with my sister. Jesus knew what I was thinking. Before I could utter a word, my thoughts we're seized, and a knowing came over me. I simply was being told, and I did not need to provide Him an explanation. I don't remember Him leaving, nor going back to sleep. This entire interaction lasted 5 seconds. The next day when I awoke, and for months after that, I could not stop thinking about His visit.
As my life unfolded my parents abandoned me after years of emotional, mental and physical abuse. At the age of 12 my parents paid to have me live in a Girls Ranch for 7 months. The program did not feel that I belonged there, and released me back to my parents. My parents told me to leave and never come back within weeks after I returned home. I then became a child of the streets in Phoenix Arizona. Many bad things happened to me during this time in my life. I had no home, no money, food was hard to come by, and I remember not wanting to live during most of those long years. My parents had thrown me away, like trash. They simply could not be bothered with a child they did not want. My spirit broke.
When I was 16 years old, the Phoenix court system had heard about my situation, and I became a ward of the court. I was placed into a foster home till I was 18 years old. I would grow to an adult, still broken. I abused drugs, and alcohol. I tried very hard to take my life on two occasions.
I learned some things about Jesus Christ in the 5 seconds; I spent with Him as a child. As I grew even older, I often meditated on that visit. It turned out to be what fixed the brokenness. Here is what I learned:
Psalms 27:10 When my mother and father forsake me, then the Lord will take me up.