This was no ordinary dream or two. It was the same dream, but it was different each time and happened a few years apart. I stood before Jesus. Because of my mortal body, all I could see was white light. Both times I told Jesus I loved him and would never walk away again.’ As I write this, I realized these were blessings Jesus bestowed upon me allowing me to say those words of commitment in His presence. I was backslidden for years.
Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.”