A Vision of God

This is a guest post from another Matt, Matt McWilliams. 

Matt is a world changer. Not in an arrogant kind of way, though. He believes we all are. He writes about changing the world through entrepreneurship, leadership, parenting, and more at www.mattmcwilliams.com

I am a visual learner. God knows that.

Every important message I’ve ever received from God has been in the form of a vision. Every so often, I have an intense, completely life-like vision that changes things. For example, The reason I am married to my wife, Tara, is the result of this type of vision. Other visions have led me to jobs, deeper friendships, and even to writing this today, something I never expected to do.

One vision, however, almost ruined me.

I’ve seen God twice. It was the exact same vision about two months apart, about six years ago.

Words can never do my vision justice, but imagine if you will the most beautiful landscape your eyes have ever seen. In front of you is a familiar place but yet…perfect. Green grass, a crystal clear lake in the distance, reflecting the perfect blue sky. To the right is a smooth, beautiful hill covered in the same green grass. To your left a dense, peaceful, cool forest with a stream full of mini waterfalls flowing through it. The sun’s rays seem to pierce the forest’s canopy in a perfect pattern.

And then…I appear.

I see myself not as I am, but as a child. It seems that I am seven years old. Old enough to know what it is going on, but not jaded enough to over think it. I know that I am seven or younger because my hair is still bleach blonde, having not yet turned to the dark brown hair I had two years later and still have to this day.

From my view, I see my blonde-haired seven-year old body running. I am running towards a man who is facing the distant lake, his back turned towards me. My arms spread wide and I feel a perfect breeze on every part of my body. I run and run and run, until suddenly…

I jump.

I jump into nothingness.

I jump right at the man who is facing the other way. He isn’t even looking at me.

But he turns around in a perfectly timed whirl and catches me in mid-air. I am safe.

Dressed in white, this man has a face that cannot be described. It is the face of God.

His face is like our faces in its basic form and nature, but more…perfect. It’s glowing. It’s both invisible and easily identifiable as human. It is truly divine.

In one movement, God catches me and begins to spin me around. I am a child and my Father has my hands, spinning me.

Around and around.

Faster, faster, faster.

My body is parallel to the ground, arms extended, legs out.

We spin, never getting dizzy. The breeze lightly brushing my skin.

Our eyes connect. His eyes, like the rest of his face, are like nothing I have ever seen. They see everything. They see inside. They see the pain I’ve hidden from others, past and future. They see the lies I’ve told and the lies I will tell. They see how I’ve hurt others and how I will hurt even more people. They see the shame, the guilt, the wickedness.

And they still love me.

He still loves me.

Our eyes remain locked as we continue to spin.

The world around me is eerily still, the shapes of the lake, the hill, the trees of the forest not moving with me. We’re not dizzy. We just keep spinning.

Around and around.

And then…it stops.

It all stops.

I am back in my chair, twenty-eight years old at the time. The real world around me. Surrounded by concrete floors, brick walls, brokenness, and darkness.

Why? Why did it have to stop?

I wrestled with that for nearly six years. I never returned to that place. Six years without seeing God! How could He do that to me? I was a little boy and I went six years without seeing my Father. Dad, how could you do that to me?

My faith became shallow. My belief slipped away. I forgot all about my visions. I forgot all about the man who caught me and spun me, who saw everything inside of me and still loved me.

I gave up on God.


With the help of a counselor, I finally realized…

The reason why my vision stopped. The reason why it stopped right there, mid-air, eyes locked on my Father, in perfection.

He never stopped spinning me.

He’s spinning me right now.

He’ll never stop spinning me.

And though I forget all too easily, His eyes are still locked in mine. I am still spinning, free, childlike, and safe in His arms.

Question: Have you ever had a similar experience? What are some things you do to help remind you of God’s love for his children?

, , ,

13 Responses to A Vision of God

  1. Jenny April 23, 2014 at 8:57 am #

    Beautiful! What a beautiful story. I had a vision once.

    • Matt McWilliams April 23, 2014 at 9:15 am #

      Well, I am curious now. What was it? 🙂

      • Jenny April 23, 2014 at 11:30 am #

        Visions seem so personal somehow, but I guess they’re not. Anyway, I was getting ready for church and that’s always a stressful time with three kids who don’t want their hair brushed and to get ready in time. I remember being in the bathroom and looking at myself and I’m not very comfortable at this church, everyone is so pretty and good and I never feel like I fit in. I was looking at myself and telling myself how fat and ugly I was and I was disgusted for not getting my diet together and working out like I was supposed to. I felt completely disgusting and had no idea how I was going to pull it together and be all composed for church and in front of my family. So I kneeled right there on the bathroom floor and asked God for help and I had this image come into my head of Him laying this sparkly gold transparent veil over me. It covered all of me and it was so beautiful you could no longer see my ugliness. All you noticed was my beautiful covering. I didn’t deserve it, but it gave me the courage I needed and I felt beautiful again. My sin was still there but it was hiding underneath so it didn’t matter anymore. I go back to that vision sometimes when I’m feeling awful about myself.

        • Matt McWilliams April 23, 2014 at 4:32 pm #

          Wow. That is…amazing! Thanks for sharing Jenny.

        • Amber-Lee Dibble April 23, 2014 at 8:53 pm #

          THAT is so absolutely beautiful. I am 100% you are NOT ugly or disgusting or anything else that nasty snake put into your head!! Thank you so much for sharing that… His hand is always there when we need it most- protecting us, even from ourselves. Please know you are beautiful.

          • Matt McWilliams April 24, 2014 at 10:59 am #

            Wow. That alone was a powerful comment.

            I love seeing people encourage each other like that.

        • Matt Ham April 24, 2014 at 5:12 am #

          Jenny that IS AMAZING! Clothed in righteousness! If you haven’t already, I would suggest you visit http://www.ronnerock.com – your story reminded me of her writing.

  2. Mark Sieverkropp April 23, 2014 at 7:24 pm #

    Wow buddy. That is so awesome. What a great experience to have. I’ve never had anything like that… I do, however, from time to time, have a voice in my head that I am sure is my Heavenly Father saying things like “Now you know how I feel…”. It is almost always connected to an experience with one of my kids. Sometimes it’s the joy that I feel with them. Sometimes it’s the love I have for them even when they aren’t acting as I wish they would. Sometimes its the frustration and disappointment–and yet still love that I feel towards them. It’s like Heavenly Father is teaching me through the relationships I have with my children and how I view them, kind of how His relationship is with me and how he views me. Those are sacred moments that all too often, I don’t think of as such.

    Thanks for being transparent and sharing!

    • Matt Ham April 24, 2014 at 5:09 am #

      Mark, I love how our kids can bring out an understanding of our Father in us. Such a blessing when we take the time to recognize it.

      • Mark Sieverkropp April 24, 2014 at 8:28 am #

        You’re absolutely right! It’s just a matter of taking the time to recognize it!

    • Matt McWilliams April 24, 2014 at 3:07 pm #

      Wow. So, so true.

  3. Lily Kreitinger April 24, 2014 at 9:40 am #

    Glad to see Matt and Matt team up! WOW! Beautiful post, and beautifully written. God’s perfect love for my imperfect self is that safe, beautiful place. I am learning more about that. What a blessing to have that vision of His love for you, Matt. His love for all of us! Thank you!!

  4. Jana Botkin May 2, 2014 at 10:27 pm #

    Thank you Matt and Jenny for sharing such deeply personal experiences.

    Maybe we only get to experience things like this very rarely (if at all) because it would cause us to turn completely inward, shushing everyone, waiting and waiting and waiting. . . something comes to mind about being so heavenly minded that we are no earthly good. . .