The Hem of His Robe

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Isaiah’s Vision

In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw [in a vision] the Lord sitting on a throne, high and exalted, with the train of His royal robe filling the [most holy part of the] temple.

Isaiah 6:1 AMP

An encounter

I saw myself standing before the Father. I was tiny in size compared to Him, I could not have been bigger than even His toe. All I could see was His robe which flowed gently, as if there was a breeze around Him. The robe was white and light was radiating from it. I felt a prompting to enter into His robe, and so I did.

I stepped through and found myself on the other side. All I could see was bright light everywhere, and reams and reams of the rich white cloth that made up His robe. It was like a thousand curtains hanging down from way up high, all flowing and moving gently. I started running around the place, wrapping myself in His robe, dancing in it, running and catching it as it moved, and holding it close to me. I was like a little child in that place. And then He came.

It was Jesus as the Lion of Judah, He appeared from behind one of the veils and looked at me with so much love. I ran to Him to hold Him, to get lost in His mane like I sometimes do when He comes like this. But today was different, today we played a new game. So we played hide and seek in the robe of the Father, we rolled ourselves up in the never-ending length of it and laughed our hearts out. There was so much joy and peace, because we were in the Father.

At some point, we sat down and we were looking at the gold stitching on the hem of the Father’s robe. As I kept looking, I suddenly noticed that the stitching was moving! Jesus laughed at me when He saw my shocked expression. I focused on what I was seeing and grew even more astonished. The stitching on the Father’s hem was actually a story, and the characters of the story were moving to tell the tale. I recognised the unfolding drama, it was the deliverance of the Israelites from the Egyptian Pharoah, and this story had been embroided like a masterpiece along the hem of the Father’s robe…and the stitching was alive and moving. I could hardly believe it! I saw them all moving towards the red sea, I saw the horses of pharoah riding along at great speed towards them, I saw the crossing, all in beautiful gold embroidery, playing before my eyes. It was amazing.

The Lord Jesus then turned to me and said, “Beloved, don’t you know that your story is also written on the robes of the Father?”

WOW!

Isn’t that amazing? He knows every detail of your life, He has carefully embroided your story into His robe and He wears it, He carries your history and your future wherever He goes.

Our Father seems to be the type who likes to keep a record, look at these verses;

Your eyes have seen my unformed substance;
And in Your book were all written
The days that were appointed for me,
When as yet there was not one of them [even taking shape].

Psalm 139: 16

See, I have written your name on the palms of my hands.
Always in my mind is a picture of Jerusalem’s walls in ruins.

Isaiah 49:16 NLT

Our Father does everything with excellence. It is not so hard to believe that He took time and embroided our life story in His own robe with real gold.

My frame was not hidden from You,
When I was being formed in secret,
And intricately and skillfully formed [as if embroidered with many colors] in the depths of the earth.

Psalm 139: 15

I love that old hymn, “How deep the Father’s love for us, how vast beyond all measure…”

I pray that you would be wrapped in the glorious robes of the Father, that you would experience even greater depths of His love for you by revelation, that you would soak in His presence more and more, and that you would fellowship with the Son, in the Father.

Much blessings!

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