Dear Reader, I don't mean to miss a couple days but I am led to share my meeting with Jesus on July 16... this is half way through my journal entry that day. One more thing, Reader, if ever I mention something in my journals that refer to another time or meeting and you want to hear more about it ... let me know I am more than willing to share.

... So Jesus I'm here wanting to just be with You today. What and where? I can't wait for more! Hang on... I just have to write this thought down. That movie is a picture of You and me, (the way You revealed it) and in the way You showed me through the bits and pieces that strike me so deeply.... huh... I am led to ask... so were You putting a face, in a physical form for... me? If I think I am understanding this right I am so literally blown away. You would do something that extravagant for me cause I KNOW You would... but You did it! Wow, talk about sitting stunned before the computer. I love You Jesus. I love You. Don't let me even turn my face away from You for a moment ( I know You are forever faithful). Ray has given me seven minutes till we leave... love that eh? Seven! Could we spend that seven minutes together? Yah let's be on a bench; the bench we were on with Don. Okay! I absolutely cannot wipe the smile off my face.... oh my Holy Holy God I love You so much.

We are sitting and looking out over the ledge into the deep deep valley that holds such wondrous things. I will never forget the experience here. I look at You and You point down at the trees that seem forever away. I follow where You are pointing... the evergreens down here are enormous. They are literal giants that seem like they are sleeping decade after decade, even century after century, yet they are growing silently upward and out and without us seeing roots burrow outward and down, outward and down anchoring their massive weight and size. These trees and not so close together that there is no light down here. They are spread out enough that a beautiful green filtered light pierces down. The ground however is hopelessly lost to growing grass and instead carpets itself with needles and moss and that soft dirt that makes the most wonderful walking trails. Of course the spindly wild flowers surge up as they do and tufts of low lying flowers crop up randomly to delight the passerby. Which right now is us. We look up at the massive tree and I am totally taken with the light and how as it comes through the boughs. It's line is disrupted, being caught by the branch but lets another ray pick up the descent beside where it has been stopped.