On a weekday morning as I watched my hubby standing at the end of the bed getting ready for golf, I saw a BEING IN WHITE LIGHT in the far right corner of the bedroom.
I told him I was seeing white light and pointed where I was seeing it; saying it was not his I was seeing; as sometimes I see people`s auras. I knew what I was seeing.
I was seeing the figure of Jesus. The white light BEING was near eight feet tall; as it was near touching ( I cry as I write this) the roof of the bedroom. I knew it was Jesus as when I was little Mom and Dad had a statue of Jesus with a red outfit and a red heart on his chest and his hair was long and brown. That same long hair and body shape was the BEING IN LIGHT altho it had it`s hands stretched out.
I did not tell him I was seeing Jesus. I told a friend several days later; then another friend and then my hubby. Now I tell people if it seems relevant and today I debated about writing about it as I would be telling you.
I am okay with that.
November 4, 2013
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