The Room

It was day one of camp. I didn’t know what to expect, and yet there was a sense of expectancy in my spirit. I had felt so alone and so far from the level of closeness I had previously had with God, yet at the same time closer than ever before after the loss of my son. I had experienced God in my pain, in the silent cries on the bathroom floor. His comfort was wise enough to sit with me silently for a long season of the heart. But on this morning, some light was about to break through, some color was going to creep back in. 

During the day an activation was led. An activation is like a spiritual journal prompt, and Jesus leads the rest. Each person’s experience is completely different, and it’s always amazing to hear what and where Jesus took each of us individually off the same prompt. The activation was to quiet yourself and go into a room. Immediately I felt I was standing inside a white room. There were no windows or doors; it was a white box. I wondered why it was white… what did it signify? Not only was the room white, but so was I. I blended into the room completely. Suddenly, I saw pink paint seeping through the walls and into the white room, it was dripping in and consuming all the white walls. I heard the voice leading the activation say to look for Jesus in the room, and I saw a figure, his face was blurry. I heard the activation leader say, “Jesus wants to give a gift to you”… and next thing I knew Jesus did something completely out of pocket – he threw paint at me. I was shocked! Jesus threw something at me?! In my surprise I looked at the hand I used to try and stop the paint. The white hand was disappearing, and color began creeping up onto me. It was like watching one of those old tv shows, changing from the first episode in black and white to full color. I looked up and I could see Jesus smiling at me. He was now in focus. 

I asked him why the color pink? At that time in my life, I didn’t wear much pink. I heard him say, “There’s more than what you have known… there is joy.” I continued to ask questions as the leader’s voice continued to give us our prompts. I asked, “What do you want me to do with this gift?” I heard him say, without his lips moving – like his thoughts were my own, “Enjoy it. Then give it.” 

I looked around as I saw the room come to life, brighter than I ever knew it could be. Color had been just waiting to burst through. When the paint began to seep in, I saw Jesus in focus, he was vivid, it felt real. I asked Jesus if there was anything else he wanted to tell me. I wrote these verses down. 

I pray that your hearts will be flooded with light so that you can understand the confident hope he has given to those he called—his holy people who are his rich and glorious inheritance.

Ephesians 1:18

My sheep hear my voice; I know them, and they follow me. 

John 10:27

Here is your invitation to have your own experience…

Quiet yourself, your mind. Ask Jesus to take you to a room. Pay close attention to where you are, how it looks and the way that you feel in the room. Look for Jesus where you are. What does he look like? What is the expression on his face? How do you feel/respond to seeing him in your room? Let him give you a gift. Receive it. Ask him questions such as (but not limited to) why this gift? What is the meaning behind the gift? What do you want me to do with it? 

Let Jesus meet with you in a way you never imagine. Don’t second guess yourself.