The Eyes of Jesus

I believe it was in 1998 or so, I had one of the most extraordinary encounters with the Lord I have ever had.

I looked up, and in my children’s room, there is a picture on the wall of Jesus, walking with a herd of sheep, and He’s carrying one of them on His shoulders. As I looked up, the eyes in the picture became alive, and they were the Eyes of My Saviour, My Beloved Jesus. No earthly words, can adequately express to you this experience. Earth words are unworthy… but I shall try to convey this experience. Jesus, I ask you to make this alive for those who read this, and for your purpose in their lives.

When I looked into His Eyes, my first thought was, THIS IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN LIVING FOR, SEARCHING FOR, MY VERY EXISTENCE IS FOR THOSE EYES AND THIS ENCOUNTER AND I WANT TO BE HERE FOR ETERNITY. My everything, was for His everything. The deepest part of me, had met the deepest part of Him. Deep had called unto deep, and deep had met deep. When I looked into the Eyes of my Creator, my Saviour, my Beloved… this is how I describe what I experienced… imagine the fullest love there is, the deepest love in existance, coming at you with the power that created the universe behind it, fueling it toward you. That’s love, and that’s power, and that’s the only way I can describe it.

It was so overwhelming to me, that I had to turn away. As I began to turn away, I perceived His Hand come to me, to stop me from turning, come around my side and to my lower back. As His Hand went to my back, it continued through me and to pass through my body and come forth from my stomach area. When His Hand came out through my abdomen, what He had pulled forth with His Hand was Mary Ann, blood bought. He showed me, myself, Mary Ann blood bought. Bought with the blood of Jesus.

I was so beautiful. He revealed me to me, without all the earth and sin dinge. I was astonished at how I felt and how I looked. An extremely significant thing is, that nothing I did bad mattered, and even more amazing than that, was that nothing I ever did good mattered either. I was so loved by Him, and I was so beautiful to Him, and I was so desired by Him. Blood bought, not by works, good or evil, blood bought… extraordinary.

I felt so beautiful, my hair was shining, my face was shining, my lips were shining. I felt like pure royalty. I felt like I COULD DO ANYTHING. I felt that there was nothing I could fail at, and that I could do absolutely anything that I decided to do.

For days afterward, I floated through time, grace, graceful. I felt so beautiful.

Then time began to erode the sense of it all, but the memory and impartation of the experience remains a deep part of who I am, and the call on my life.

I am my beloveds and His desire is for me.
-Song of Solomon 7:10

Mary Ann Adams