Jesus asks me, "Jaclyn, do you want to go deeper?" I say yes and he takes me into the fathers heart. I don't know how else to explain it, but it was a huge heart, and it was beating. Kinda like in the magic school bus. So I'm in his heart, and suddenly I feel his love for his children, its like there is a different revelations of his heart every step I take, every place I touch and this heart is so huge I know that it would take all of eternity just to begin to explore the depths of His heart! In his heart is his unbelievable love for his children, as I run my fingers along the sides, I start to see faces, the faces of many different people from many different cultures, and I realize that each one of these individuals are the only one that can bring joy to that part of the fathers heart. Some of the pictures are filled with joy and some with such extreme sadness I want to cry. It makes me long to bring the love of Jesus to these people, so I can gladden the heart of God. And then in another place in his heart are scars, a whole bunch of scars, and I realize that those are the people who rejected him, who spit in his face and mocked him and mocked the gift of his Son, and I see the price that father had to pay for love. It makes me want to weep. Then Jesus comes in and holds me in his arms, Jesus wants to take me away. I guess to protect me from the pain, but I want to stay, I want to know the Fathers heart, I don't want to run in the face of pain. I want to know my Father better, so I can love Him better. I ask Jesus if its ok that I stay, and he says "yes". I sit down, I don't even know why, but I just want to stay. I know that I'm not touching his pain at all, so I just sit and wait. Then I see a picture of a little girl, her back is turned to the father, and she is walking away. I feel the pain in that picture, and I long to call her, to draw her, to bring her back. But I cannot, I cannot reach her, she fades from view. I sit back down to wait. Jesus comes to sit beside me. I wait, I wait. Then I decide to sing a song. I stand up and start to sing. I can see the words and music come out of my mouth and I see it touch the scarred places in Father's heart, and where the words touched them, they started to get healed, to come to life. I realized that this place in Jesus heart is my sphere of influence, that I can bring healing by my joy. That every person I come into contact with is in Fathers heart, and by touching them I can touch my father.
