I was listening with every sense engaged. What had I just witnessed? As time has passed, I have come to believe our earth is the time tethered, shadowed form or partial revelation of what is original, timeless, and whole in heaven.Īs I lay in the gray of dawn, wide awake, heart racing, and body trembling, I sensed God had sent me this vision of a lioness to reveal something I would have easily missed in the day-to-day. All my senses were in a state of high alert, not out of fear as much as out of shock.
The next thing I knew, it was morning, and I was fully awake. In a blur of golden light, majesty, and wonder, it was over. My focus shifted, and I looked into the eyes of the lioness.Īs I did, I heard a voice somewhere behind me announce: With the birth of this son, you will awaken a lioness. I absorbed all I could of what was around me. I felt only wide-eyed wonder, as though by seeing, my spirit was being enlarged and connected. Even though I was alone with a lioness, I felt no alarm or threat. I sensed an urgency to grasp the weight of the imagery. I knew I was there to behold and see, to keenly observe-and in doing so, to learn something unrealized. I felt detached from my body and unaware of being pregnant. In contrast with this lioness, my form felt transparent, insignificant, and strangely out of place. Etched on the front of the flawless pillar platform were both a word and a roman numeral: Numbers XXIII. I couldn’t help thinking I beheld a heavenly prototype.
This stunning, still lioness was far more substantial, vivid, and vibrant than any of the lionesses that now walk our earth. Beneath her flawless, tawny coat, I could see every curve of her perfectly formed muscles. Her head was erect but not tense, and her forelegs stretched out in front of her. She didn’t move, but there was no doubt in my mind that she was alive-far more alive than any earthbound animal I’d seen in motion. She was feline perfection-majestic, powerful, and richly textured. There were no edges, sides, or upper border, yet the backdrop of color enwrapped what it showcased-an elevated platform of flawless, cream-colored stone, and on this platform reclined a golden lioness. For some reason I best remember the tones of purple (but not quite our purple) and blue (yet unlike ours). The pigments were layered and multidimensional. These saturated hues of living color were comprised of shades so concentrated that I am without earthly reference to name them. There was no mist or shadow, only glorious color. Radiant light was everywhere and appeared to come from everything. I stood in some heavenly realm, a place of illumination, without glare. I sensed I no longer walked the pathways of earth. Before me was a scene set in another place and time.
In my world of sleep, I found myself vibrantly awake. I dream regularly, but not at this level of intensity. Actually, to call it a dream makes it sound as though it came to me in the form of sleep or shadow this imagery did not. In the predawn hours I’d experienced a vivid and unusual dream. But this night I fell asleep and woke at dawn, shaken to my core. I would shut my eyes and fall right to sleep, only to be roused by the sound of an alarm, children, or late-morning sunlight streaming into my room. As a pregnant mother of three sons, I slept deeply in those days. I had tumbled into bed later than I should have after a desperate attempt at putting my house in order. The year was 1994, and it was a night like any other in that season of my life. Nature is made to conspire with spirit to emancipate us. Lisa is the mother of four sons and grandmother of three. She and her husband John Bevere co-founded Messenger International, an organization established to teach, reach, and rescue. As an advocate for change, she rallies others to be an answer to desperate problems near and far. Lisa Bevere believes in women and empowers them by weaving the practical with the profound truth of God's Word in award-winning curriculums and best-selling books (Lioness Arising, Fight Like a Girl, Nurture, Kissed the Girls and Made Them Cry, and more).
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