I was asleep on the floor, in the little back bedroom at my grandparents’ house, when I woke up suddenly. I looked over and saw a man standing over the side of the bed where my parents and baby brother were sleeping. The man was wearing sandals and a white robe. The moment I saw him, I knew who he was: Jesus. I could not see his face, but I could feel him looking at me. I rested my head back down on the pillow and closed my eyes. I was overwhelmed with an intense feeling of awe. I closed my eyes, as I continued to feel him watching me. I could feel him looking at me in such a loving way as I went back to sleep.
This happened twenty-three years ago, when I was four years old, yet I remember it more vividly than most events throughout my childhood. Several days after it happened, I told my grandmother I had seen Jesus. When she asked more questions, she realized it was the same night that my baby brother, Justin, passed away. Seven-month-old Justin was asleep between my parents the night I saw Jesus. Needless to say, He was there to take Justin home. Justin was born with brain cancer and his fight for life on Earth was now over.
I thank God He allowed me this experience, as it has comforted me and my family. I’m also thankful that God has given me this exceptional experience in order to share with others the truth about Jesus. Although I have had times in my life when I have been far away from God, this experience is always in my mind and it has brought me back to him. I hope my experience can help bring others to Jesus as well.