The Breathe Tattoo
I’d like to tell you the story about Steven coming up alongside me during infusion today. You're going to have to use your imagination a bit to come close to envisioning this. I was shown a large see-through glass “tinker toy” type object. It was suspended in front of me. Lit up, colorful streaks of light were passing through it very quickly. It was in constant motion, reshaping and rebending at its junctions. I knew this was parallel to me, living and breathing…existing. God was impressing on me that there would be no negative consequence to this image if I stopped breathing. Not good, not bad.
So, I made a choice to not breathe. The object immediately stopped moving. I'm tired, I’m running out of use, I made little difference, I’m done. In reality, I truly believe, I may have actually stopped breathing in my infusion chair, but it all happened so very fast, that it went unnoticed. Steven came up beside me while I wasn’t breathing. He said, “No Mom! You have this all wrong”.
We rose higher and he asked me to look down on my life. I saw everything, from beginning to present. I couldn't see the point or I was deliberately in denial. Steven wouldn’t let up. He was determined that I would see what was necessary. God wanted me to see the value of why I was on this planet; what I did with my life and the people I affected in any way; that I mattered, that I wasn’t done!
Steven said to me, “You can breathe, if you choose to.” I immediately started breathing and once again got a quick glimpse of the moving object. Steven was gone, my eyes were open and I was awake. I was totally exhausted and felt emotional. I had so much going on in my head. My heart was racing. I just wanted to go home, lie down, and revisit my day in my mind until I fell asleep.
This is where my first tattoo came from. Could you even imagine having an experience like this? It didn’t feel like a dream. It totally felt like this literally happened to me. I totally believe it did.
You're welcome!
