My Encounter With Jesus ChristBy
Some years ago when I lived in Spain I was going thorough some really difficult times financially and had to look for a job to be able to support myself, and with my pretty much non-existing language knowledge in Spanish I had to take whatever work I could get.
I asked everywhere, day after day, and finally one day I was out biking as usual and was drawn to a Hotel with a huge golf course and it was a very large complex and area so I though “maybe they need someone in the kitchen or something, I’ll ask”.
So I went there and asked, left my contact info and when leaving I didn’t feel I would have any chance because I didn’t speak Spanish and person I had talked to kind of let me know right away that I should just keep looking elsewhere because of that.
But then someone called me shortly after and invited me to come to have a chat so I went, and to make a long story short, I’ve got a job as a cleaner for a few weeks.
This was very fortunate for me, many people were desperately looking for work at this time in Spain and without Spanish skills, you were more or less doomed to unemployment and homelessness if you didn’t have an income, so you couldn’t exactly pick and chose to say the least.
Many people struggled and businesses was closing down everywhere everyday. Some places looked like ghost towns because of the economical situation is Spain at that time. It was very hard to get a job.
But I believed that I would get a job, despite what people said around me; things like ‘you will never get a job, not now with the recession and all, you don’t know any Spanish so you can just forget it and go home to Scandinavia instead’.
A cleaning job was not what I wanted at all, but I didn’t see I had any choice due to my financial situation; I had to support myself. So I was happy, and thought to myself that I can do that for a month or so, no problem!
I was brought together with a cleaning-lady group and I kind of felt at this point that this job had been given to me by grace – that’s another story that I can share another time.
All of the ladies spoke Spanish only – so we couldn’t communicate – I mean, I knew very few words and phrases and only one of them could speak as much English as I could Spanish, so it was a very interesting experience in that sense.
We had fun with it at times, but I felt very much out of place and could sense and get from some of the words that they were talking about me at times and that wasn’t very comfortable when you were stuck in the same room.
We just didn’t match, and it was a humbling experience to walk into hotel rooms where the “rich and famous” so to speak were sunbathing on their huge luxurious balconies and there I came with the duster and mop.
I felt that I should be the one who was being catered for – it was at times embarrassing for my ego, especially one time when someone I knew a little bit came to the Hotel complex to enjoy a glass of Chardonnay and suddenly sees me in my way-too-big cleaning-lady shirt on.
I felt that I should have sat there too and enjoyed a glass of wine and not be cleaning a Hotel…
(And no, there is nothing wrong with being a cleaner, it just wasn’t anything I dreamt of doing)
With time I grew to really feel out of place and I was full of anxiety and I turned and tossed my body around in bed at night, slept very badly – thinking that this is so wrong, this is not what I’m suppose to do, and I prayed and cried and I was just feeling very very out of my element.
I was seriously thinking of leaving, I just couldn’t take it anymore.
Then one night, it was early in the morning, at 4-5 sometime, that Jesus himself came to me in a dream.
It was not an ordinary dream, and it wasn’t really a ‘dream’-dream, it was more like a very clear image of a being that stood in front of me and I could clearly see it was Jesus.
He was standing there in front of me where I was laying there in my bed.
I felt so peaceful in his presence, so calm, I wasn’t the least afraid or scared, and the whole thing that happened was very real. I knew I wasn’t dreaming.
Then he says to me: “You can either resist this or go with it, but it is a part of a plan. It is a part of a plan, so it’s your choice; resist it of just go with it”.
And I immediately felt this incredible peace coming over my whole being when I got the message and understood on a deep level that this was in fact a part of a plan, what plan exactly I had no idea, I just knew that what he said was true and then he disappeared.
I was full of energy, love and joy and couldn’t sleep anymore, and that morning when it was time to go to work, I biked faster than ever before, actually looking forward to it, and I almost danced through the days, I was so full of joy and reassurance that this job was divinely given to me as a gift.
The rest of my weeks that I worked there went through with happiness, laughter and lightness of heart!
And that only because of Jesus and what he said to me.
I would LOVE to hear if you have had similar encounters with either Jesus or others and what it did to you.
My own meeting with Jesus is something I will never forget and I will always remember it with tremendous gratitude.
When sharing your story too, it can help others that are going through something difficult to continue keeping the faith, and help reinforce the trust that is already built in each and everyone of us but that can diminish in times of struggle.
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