Fly Away!

Many years ago, when I was in my 20s, I was at home in prayer and meditation. One day while I was praying suddenly I felt myself flying straight up into the sky. I lifted through the roof of my apartment and slowly moved up towards the clouds. As I lifted my head and I looked out into the distance, I knew that the higher I went I was going to see where the earth ended, and heaven began. I kept looking up because I didn’t want to miss anything I was getting ready to see. As I lifted, I knew I was being allowed to see what heaven looked like.

As I flew, I was so focused on not missing anything that I did not want to look down. I did not care what the earth looked like from that height. I didn’t want to miss what I knew was coming ahead. As I lifted my head to see heaven, I noticed out in the distance others in the sky as well. As I saw them my thought was that even though there were a lot of people going up, I noticed that the sky was not crowded. It was not full. Upon seeing this I immediately knew that not everyone was being allowed to go up.

Not wanting to miss anything I continued to look up towards heaven, but I also took a glance to my left and my right because I wondered if any of my family and friends were going up. As I glanced around to my left and right, I didn’t see anyone that I knew. However, I did see a guy coming past me wearing his pajamas. Also, another guy coming up behind me lightly bumped me on my shoulder as he flew past me. When I turned to glance at who it was, I got a quick look at his face, but I did not recognize him. As I turned to get a better look at him suddenly I was back in my living room sitting in my chair.

What amazes me about this experience is that at that time in my life I had not heard of salvation. I had not heard about having a personal relationship with Jesus. I had not read the Bible. As a matter of fact, I didn’t own a Bible. And I certainly had never heard the word rapture. At that time in my 20’s I wrote the experience down in a journal, but I never looked at it again until over 30 years later. I had completely forgotten about it. When reading through old journal notes I realized that I had been given a vision of the rapture and I understood the significance. When I think about it, I am filled with joy as I look forward to being able to fly away to live in my new home.

For the Lord himself will come down from heaven with a commanding shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trumpet call of God. First, the believers who have died will rise from their graves. Then, together with them, we who are still alive and remain on the earth will be caught up in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. Then we will be with the Lord forever. 1 Thessalonians 4:16-17

Blessings,

Sandra

Fly Away!

Many years ago, when I was in my 20s, I was at home in prayer and meditation. One day while I was praying suddenly I felt and saw myself flying in the sky. I was slowly moving straight up towards the clouds. As I lifted my head up and out into the distance, I knew that the higher I went up I was going to see where the earth ended, and heaven began. I kept looking up because I didn’t want to miss anything I was getting ready to see. This was not a death experience. I did not feel bad. I knew I was not dead. I felt like it was a gift. I felt like I was given an opportunity to see what heaven looked like.

As I flew I was so focused on not missing anything I did not want to look down to see what the earth looked liked from that height; I didn’t care. I didn’t want to miss one inch of this beautiful picture I knew I was going to see. As I headed up to see heaven I noticed out in the distance other people were going up as well. However, my first thought when I saw all the other people was that even though there were a lot of people going up, I noticed that the sky was not crowded. So, I immediately knew that not everyone was being given the opportunity to go up and see this. Not wanting to miss anything I continued to look up towards heaven, but I also took a quick glance to my left and my right because I wondered if any of my family and friends were going up. As I glanced around to my left and right, I didn’t see anyone that I knew. However, I did see a guy coming past me wearing his pajamas. Also, another guy coming up behind me lightly bumped me on my shoulder as he flew past me. When I turned to glance at who it was, I got a quick look at his face, but I did not recognize him. As I turned to look at him, suddenly I was back in my living room sitting in my chair. I never got an opportunity to see where the earth ended, and heaven began.

What amazes me about this experience is that at that time in my life I had not heard of salvation. I hadn’t read a Bible. I didn’t own a Bible. If I did, I had never opened it, and I had never heard of the word rapture. I wrote the experience down in a journal, but it was over 30 years later before I realized that I may have been given a vision of the rapture. I had not thought about this experience because at the time I did not understand its importance. It has only been within the last 5 to 10 years when the Lord brought it to my remembrance that I realized the significance. When I think about it, I am filled with joy as I look forward to being able to fly away to see my new home.

Blessing,

Sandra