Over the years I have spoken to a number of people who've told me of different ways in which the Lord has uniquely interacted with them at various points in their lives in miraculous ways.  However, I never expected that to happen to me. At least not until I had that happen to me. My experience began one Sunday morning during a completely normal, typical church service. I remember sitting in my pew listening to the pastor, my mind wandering in and out between focus and day dreaming as I tried to visualize and process what was being said. Along the way, for reasons I can't remember, I began to walk myself through a little what-if scenario in my mind, the kind that asked, "If I were in the garden with Jesus, what would it look like?"

As it began I remember standing in the garden of Gethsemane as a silent observer, watching as the bible played out before me.  As I did, I saw Jesus as He prayed three times, and even chided the disciples for falling asleep. Eventually He got up, and said to the others, "Let us go, for he that will betray Me is coming." It was at this moment, realizing that I didn't belong in this part of the story, as my roll in this daydream was merely as a time traveler and observer, but not as a direct participant, I decided to leave. But before I left I wanted to say goodbye to Jesus.

So, as He descended through the garden past me, I stepped out of the shadows, and said very quietly, "Lord..." He paused and looked at me with the most loving eyes. Daydream or not, the image of that moment was immediately and indelibly burned into my mind. Looking at Him I felt so much love coming from those eyes, and yet I felt so guilty at the same time. Not wanting to hold Him up any longer, I bucked up my courage, and said, "I need to go. But before I do, I just want to apologize for what my sins are about to do to you." I remember at that moment seeing Him smile, and say to my heart, "I forgive you." I immediately broke down in tears sitting there in that pew.

Daydream or not, Jesus had stepped into that little wandering thought of mine, at that moment, in that service, and spoke to me, touching me deeply in ways that words can't describe. My mom saw me crying  and asked me, "Are you alright?"  I merely nodded as I didn't know what else to say.  I mean, how do I explain to her what'd just happened to me!?  It still amazes me how Jesus was able to take a simple daydream, a wandering thought playing itself out in my mind, and turn it into such a deeply personal experience. Anyhow, I just thought I'd share that memory with you as, even to this day it still brings tears to my eyes. What a wonderful Savior we have.