I was thirteen and curled up on the top level of the bunk bed reading a book (as usual). Suddenly, I felt the presence of someone in the room. I looked up and there was a flash of something that disappeared. I felt as if my name was called. I went looking for my father and asked if he had called me, but he said no. I went back to my station and began reading again. I felt the presence again. When I looked up, I saw the lower part of His body from about the calves down. However, He was dressed in a flowing white robe and wore brown sandals. That’s all I saw. I was not afraid because I just knew that this was Jesus. He left almost as quickly as He came (or at least I saw this vision for about less than a minute). I never really spoke about that day all these years, but it is a great thing to have Jesus pay a visit.
Blessings!
