The Man Who Kept Reaching
- divinelydesigned602
- Jun 20, 2025
- 2 min read
I had a dream I can’t forget.
Not because it was dark… but because it was real.
In my dream, I stood at a dividing line—a thin veil between two realms. On one side was the glory of God’s presence. On the other… emptiness. But not silence. There were people there, just outside the reach of heaven. Close enough to see it. Close enough to ache for it. But they could not cross.
One man caught my attention.
He kept reaching.
Hands stretched out, desperate. Longing.
He knew God was real.
He just waited too long to believe.
And then the dream shifted. I saw hell not as one dark pit, but as layers. Levels of torment—each one a reflection of the life lived apart from Christ. One man had a flesh-eating disease. It devoured him… and then he returned whole… only for it to start again. Over and over. No relief. No escape.
Others were tormented by the very things they once embraced—addictions, lies, anger, pride. Hell mirrored their bondage. It was a place of repeat suffering for what was never surrendered on earth.
When I woke up, I couldn’t shake it.
Hell is real.
And so is the grace that keeps us from it.
Moral of the Story:
Don’t wait.
You may be close to truth… but close isn’t salvation.
Jesus isn’t far off. He’s calling you now.
🙏 If this spoke to you or someone you love, share it. Eternity is real, and so is the One who gave His life to make sure you don’t have to spend it apart from Him.
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