I began with John 14:15-28, and the phrase, “…reveal myself to him,” just seemed to wrap itself around me. I wanted that very badly! I wanted Our Lord to reveal all of Himself that He would to me, that I might know Him better, love Him better, and become more like Him. I asked Him for that grace.

He gave me a visual image then, and I saw John’s two teachers that I had been bitter toward, but I saw them in a new light. I saw that in their harshness toward him had been an effort to bring out the best in him. I heard myself saying, “The past is over. Let’s start new together,” and I saw myself embracing them. There was no more bitterness, only hope.

Then He showed me, again, the scene in the tomb where my mouse-self had snuggled next to His rising body. Such joy and peace! But, then He was no longer beside me on the stone shelf, and I was no longer a mouse. He stood before me, fully risen. His robe was very white and bright, but it seemed gray. His face, hands, and feet were so brilliant I couldn’t see them! His face was so bright, I could only see the end of His beard below it. His arms were outstretched, and for a moment the image of the victorious Cross, with His divinity streaming through His wounds, was superimposed over His risen self. Then all was whiteness, and I was surrounded by it, filled up by it. I’ve never known such joy and peace, and here on a night when so many are fearful of war and terrorism! How good my Father is to me! At some point, I drifted off to sleep, but when I awoke, I still felt full of “whiteness” and still do.