How to Have an Encounter with my Lord; Supernatural Fruit & Butterflies

I quiet myself: “I am here, Lord. I wait for You. I watch and listen. I long to hear Your voice. I long to see Your face.”

My Lord speaks: “It is not your effort, your toil that brings or precedes an encounter with Me. Rather it is dying to self. It is not your effort or your toil that brings the increase. Rather it is My presence, My anointing, and My favor. Every kernel of corn must fall to the ground and die to grow and multiply, to truly live. Lay down your life and I will give you life abundant. Choose Me. Choose fellowship with Me, rather than the ways of this world, and every encounter with Me will tend our garden, the garden I am planting in you and around you on earth as it is in heaven. The garden is growing and flourishing in My presence. My every word spoken to you causes supernatural growth in My garden. My garden, everything I’ve planted here for your enjoyment and pleasure, absorbs every word I speak, every breath I breathe, My lifeforce, My presence, My essence, My very being, and supernatural fruit springs forth. Bite into this fruit. Taste and see that I am good. What I am doing is good.”

Jesus picks a huge piece of fruit off a tree, and hands it to me. He smiles and nods at me. I don’t recognize the fruit. It’s similar to a peach, but the color and textures, I have not seen before. I hold the fruit in two hands. It is big and heavy. I smile and take a bite. The taste is heavenly perfection – the perfect balance of sweet and savory. A nectar as thick as honey bubbles up from the center. The delicious juice runs down my chin and hands. I don’t care. I laugh and tip my head back to pour the nectar into my mouth. As I pour it in, Jesus speaks.

“Drink deeply of all I have to give you. Bite into it. Chew it. Enjoy it. Drink deeply of My goodness. I know what satisfies you. Fill yourself up with all I have for you – that My fragrance and My essence seep through the pores of your skin. The fruit I bear, the fruit I bring forth never withers. The fruit I bring forth is always in season. I am planting an orchard, a vineyard, a garden for you the likes of which you have never seen.”

Suddenly I notice the hills and meadow all around us are bursting with color and life. Birds are playing and singing. Butterflies of every color imaginable dance together. Their coloring is supernatural. They glow with iridescence. Hundreds of butterflies land on Jesus’ outstretched arms. Their beautifully colored wings flutter and dance. They all look to Him as He speaks.

“This is what I am doing. I am doing a new thing. I am transforming lives of darkness into My beauty, My perfection. They are coming. They are lining up, and they are coming. Out of Me and our fellowship, the harvest springs forth.”

I reach out my arms, still holding the delicious fruit. I look at the sky and laugh. Suddenly hundreds of butterflies land on me, licking up the juice that had spilled onto my hands and chin. I laugh aloud, and they come to eat the nectar right out of my mouth.

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