I don't have much inside, Jesus, but I know I'd love to meet.

   If we were on a boat... we'd be where we can see no land. The sun would be warm and bright with the occasional clouds giving relief.  For a while, we lie down in the bottom of the boat and let the waves rock us. The sounds of the water against the boat and the movement soon put me fast asleep.
   In my dream we are standing in the dark then You reach for my hand and we start walking. When we sit down You are holding a ball of light between Your hands. You hold it up higher with one hand and with the other catch a drop of light that falls from it. Setting down the ball we come very close and look intently at the drop. People are walking by or running, sometimes with another, sometimes alone. There are hills of green grass and a very big leafy tree atop the highest hill. You incline Your ear to hear the softly spoken words of someone under the tree.  I mimic You and listen in too. The words are heavy with the deepest sincerity and urgency. They long for Your presence. 
   We are suddenly right there beside them.  As they lift up their voice to You, Father, Jesus too joins in and speaks in a tongue that eloquently and with complete understanding, intercedes for them. 

... journal entry...Oct 4/10