Before I begin anything, including my morning, I always pray to God, and thank him. So, please, let's pray.
Father that art in heaven,
I come to you, and I come seeking wisdom
I come in faith, and with thanksgiving in my heart,
For I know that you, you, are author of my life, the Lord of my soul, and, of course, the center of everything,
So, God, I'd like to thank you for all of your blessings, including the fact that I am sitting here praying to you today,
I pray in the name of the most high God, Jesus Christ, our Lord and saviour
Amen
Now, I would like to share with everyone this most interesting experience I had. As you all may or may not know, I have been baptised in the name of our blessed redeemer, Jesus Christ, our Lord and salvation. As such, I am entitled to be friends with him, talk to him, and, ultimately, share my soul with him in heaven.
Where am I going with all of this? Well, last Friday, we were praying in church to end the meeting, as usual, nothing special. Well, that's what I thought, anyway. Right in the middle of us praying, I feel this immense pressure in the form of a cross on my forhead, following by a vision. I saw, from a man's perspective, Jesus, hanging from the cross. Also in that vision, it slowly zoomed into Him, until my whole mind was wrapped around his face. Then, it dissapated, I came out of my vision, and heard the words I had been so desperately waiting to hear for so long:
"You are forgiven."
