The Ocean in His Eyes

The way I seen Jesus

A Dream I Still Carry

About 15 years ago, I had a dream that I’ve never forgotten. I was in my bedroom, and in front of me was a three-panel window. But this wasn’t just any window—it was a window into something holy.

In the center panel, I saw the face of Jesus.

He was radiant. Not in a way that overwhelmed me, but in a way that stilled me. His face was calm and powerful, full of love that felt deeper than anything I had ever known. But what captured me the most… were His eyes.

In His eyes, I saw the ocean.

Not just a reflection, but the ocean itself—alive, endless, and bluer than any blue I’ve ever seen. It was like looking into eternity. The kind of blue that speaks peace into your bones and stills every fear you never had words for.

I don’t remember everything He said in that dream, but I do remember this:

Jesus told me to remember the number 14.

And then I woke up.

I’ve held that dream close all these years.

I don’t know exactly what the number 14 meant then. Maybe it was a year. A chapter. A marker of something that would unfold later. Or maybe it was simply a breadcrumb from Heaven, leading me back to this moment.

What I do know is that God speaks in dreams.

He reveals beauty we aren’t ready to see in the natural.

And sometimes, He gives us a glimpse—not of what we want, but of who He is.