Jesus is God's governing hand and His hand of healing to all nations. Upon this visit to our garden, I was much in need of healing from woundings adversely affecting my life, and Jesus knew it. In my introduction to this wonderful place ("Garden Visit") the Lord let me romp and explore the various delights and delicacies He preserved for my spirit's ecstatic enjoyment. Though I fondly recognized much of where we'd started, my next visit - shared below - focused on God's desire to heal my heart.
That's how God is, Saints; He draws us with cords of love and surrounds us with the safety of His genuine passion and concern. Once our spirits have received the pure intention of His fervor, He focuses His power on the transformation of our hearts to His. His plans for us are splendid, and His enthusiasm to present us to the Father as His pure and spotless bride is unrivaled by any lover, anywhere. Hallelujah!
For me, the best part about this visit is that God affected my healing with His own hands in an intimate impartation I will never forget. It made me feel like I was the only one He died for. His heart longs for all of us to feel that way because, as far as He's concerned, that's how it is. Each of us are zealously treasured and watched over by the Godhead as if we were the one and only human for whom Christ died.
Bless His Holy Name.
God’s Vision to me:
“HIS GARDEN, PART II: THE HEALING”
(Excerpted from Book of Visions II, Copyright © 2009 - Sharon Joy Gramling, JSM)
The Lord told me to rise and walk with Him again during worship. I had put a pink scarf on my living room floor where He was standing, and I was kissing His feet, worshiping and loving Him. He said, “Rise, daughter, and walk with Me.” He told me to put the pink scarf over my head, and I did. “Let’s go into our Garden and sit and talk a while.”
The bough of white roses was bent back again as we passed through to our ‘delights’. We walked across the white-sand path and grassy mound to the beautiful wrought-iron bench and sat down. I saw a cluster of white doves burst into flight above us, soaring into the air. “It is Holy Spirit,” He said. “He knew you’d want to see a manifestation of Him.”
Jesus sat first and moved to the far end of the bench. As I positioned myself beside Him, he pivoted His upper body generously, allowing me to couch myself comfortably in the bend of His left arm and shoulder. Christ then rested His right hand on my emotions. I looked down at His hand: gentle, beautifully formed, and vascular with the light of God flowing through His veins (there was no blood, for that had been shed). Then I saw the hole - the one the nail had formed at the base of His hand. “Do they still hurt you?” I asked. He shook his head no and said, “they’re a JOY to Me; they bring me MUCH JOY at a job well done according to My Father’s plan.”
I realized I wanted to touch them - the holes of both hands - really feel them with my fingers, and as I sat up to do so I saw oil coming from them, flowing onto the hands of the Lord! Inhaling this oil fragranced with peace established within me the most complete stillness and focus on His face I had ever experienced, and I didn't hear or see anything other than His face when this intoxicating essence kissed my fingertips and instantly engulfed my nostrils, swirling through all my senses and filling my being with peace and stillness of such fullness and immediate perfection, it startled me with delight. God’s head became cowled in a prayer cloth as He looked at me, and I laid back again in His arms. This time, He put His right hand on my breastbone, and I stroked it softly.
The Lord was supple, fragrant, and warm; yet total safety, security and strength surrounded me in His arms. I continued to stroke His all-consuming Right Hand as He spoke to me.
“I Am the Father’s ‘Governing Hand’, for so He would have it be.” Then He stretched out the fingers of His right hand and covered my heart. “I took the hole in My Right Hand for the healing of the Church and the works of My Bride.” Then He gently pressed His right hand into my chest and said, “Be healed of all resentment and offenses . . . be healed of all wounding and offenses . . .” His hand grew warmer on my heart, and I was overcome with His loving power and tranquil, yet complete authority over a vessel He had created. He told me to “be healed”, and I was definitely being healed! I felt the offenses, the hurts, and the woundings ‘come to the surface’; I felt their purging by His hand of penetrating fire on my heart. They burned and rose further and further off of my heart, and they came out of my mouth in relinquishment and obedient submission unto Him in His desires to free me of their poison. When I spoke, “I relinquish them, Lord,” I saw them leave my mouth and go straight into the hole in His hand, where they dissolved! The words appeared mucousy white and came out in streaks, dissolving completely each time I spoke in relinquishment. Then He said, “Rest a while, daughter.”
I remember seeing Holy Spirit's cluster of doves breeze by again, and I fell asleep in Jesus’ arms . . .
 On the body, where the breast and abdomen meet.
 God allowed me to see for myself that the nails were not thrust into the palms of His hands, but where the heels of the hands meet the wrists.
 Hebrews 12:2.
 Isaiah 53:5.
In His Love and Favor,