By Ryan Hutzel
Finding myself awakening in a dream to standing at the base of a hill on a dirt path. It seemed as though I knew already why I was there. I was in search for Jesus. As I was taking few steps forward on a dirt path/road, another person, female, was walking at a faster pace up from behind me. I turned and asked, do you know where “He” is today? She said, “yes, he is just up that hill, the one with a small bike path ahead.” I in turn said, “Thank you,” and proceeded to what appeared to be veering right. As I approached what she had described, I stopped at the start the bottom of this hill. I noticed a single fresh path where the grass was trodden down just enough for people to have just walked on it. I smiled knowing this was it, so I began to follow the tire trail that soon became tires and footprints as the hill climbed. Just as I approached the near top of the hill, maybe about twenty feet away, I saw the back silhouette of Jesus sitting down facing what I would presume the other downward side of the hill. To his right and left where kids, there were only two that I could see, one on each of his sides. It appeared to be one boy sitting (on his right) and one girl standing (on his left.) If there was a bike or bikes, they were out of my point of view. I stopped here and took in the majesty of watching Jesus talk and interact with these children. I do not know what they were talking about, but the laughter and energy was captivating. I knew I was in a dream, I was fully aware of what I was seeing, I knew I would not be here long. The grass reminded me in this moment of where I was as it ever so gently touched my ankles. I remember look down, and then one last time to the kids with Jesus. My last thoughts before waking up in my bed was, he cares so much for us that he would spend time with kids on a hillside in his own kingdom. As I staired at their backs, and seemingly did not acknowledge I was even their watching, the dream faded, and I woke up.
Cross reference dream: A Journey to Heaven