I Saw Him: The Cup His Eyes My Life

By Jeshurun

To find the real you is to find life and to find life is to find Him that created life; for He created life through love; so that to love Him is to know Him and to know Him is to worship Him. You cannot love what you do not worship and you cannot worship what you have dethroned in your life. To worship Him is to love Him and to love Him is to enthrone Him in your life. He came to earth to give life and life in abundance.
He left the cup for you to pick it up that by looking into the cup, you will find your life through His Eyes, for beauty lies in the eyes of the Beholder. His Eyes, The Cup, My Life or is it Your Life!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris UK
• Release date: Apr 25, 2017
• ISBN: 9781524595760

Jeshurun

Jeshurun is an anointed servant of God, She is carrying an apostolic unction with insight into strong prophetic teaching ministry, calling the true eagles of God to arise for a time like this. She is an ordinary woman who loves preaching. A theatre nurse turned preacher she travels to proclaim the word of God. Mother of three children and grandmother to three and currently is busy writing her second book.

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I SAW HIM

The Cup His Eyes My Life

Jeshurun

Copyright © 2017 by Jeshurun.

Library of Congress Control Number:                     2016918715

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CONTENTS

Dedications

Acknowledgements

Chapter 1      The Hiding Place

Chapter 2      Stranger!

Chapter 3      Taken Captive

Chapter 4      Confrontation

Chapter 5      Presence

Chapter 6      Miracles

Chapter 7      Stranger’s Eyes

Chapter 8      His Life

Chapter 9      The Road

Chapter 10    Skull Hill

Chapter 11    My Cup

Chapter 12    His Notes

Chapter 13    Waiting

Chapter 14    Our Meeting

Chapter 15    Instructions From Him!

My Questions To Him!

The Sinners’s Prayer!

They Met At The Cross!

Conclusion

DEDICATIONS

I dedicate this book to the One that I love unconditionally, who laid down His life for me and who place His Breath inside of me. The Holy Spirit, my Savoir Jesus Christ and then of course God Almighty, for I can’t live without Thee! It’s a miracle that He was born for all of us. Another miracle that He took our sins upon Him and became sin for all of us; then again a miracle that He survived the beatings because of us; only to hang on the cross for all of us! However the greatest miracle of all miracles is that He arose from the dead for all of us. And how awesome to know for Him going through all of that He has become the Greatest Intercessor to all of us begging His Father till today for all of us!

Then also to a dear friend who invited me to his conference in Nigeria. That’s where I started to write this book in his office. May Our Daddy God richly bless you Bishop!

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

Special thanks to my beautiful daughter, friend and confidant. Thank you Nanna it would not have being possible to publish this book without your help advice and words of encouragement. Then to my children for their patience while writing this book. Lastly to my congregation for all their prayers, faithfulness and support while writing it. I’m honoured to be your Apostle, your leader and truly bless to have you as my flock.

CHAPTER ONE

The Hiding Place

It used to be just my garden, the one in the far corner on the east side of the city. It’s not far from where I stay, in walking distance and when looking from my bedroom balcony, I can see the people moving around in it. It always intrigued me of the kind of folks that are going there, until I too started to go there and found that they are all just a bunch of very ordinary folks, interacting with each other. You get the regulars going there, the strangers looking lost or hopeless and the odd ones that is going there however never mixing with the crowd but also not a stranger to the garden. I was one of them, going there but never mixing with anyone in the garden. I am just another person in the crowd. I picked a spot where I noticed not many people go to. The garden is not a very big one but it does attract all sorts to it. There is a small little brook that has a palm tree and an oversized willow tree. You can close your eyes, relax and all that you hear is the sound of water softly flowing over some tiny pebbles while sounds of birds calling to one another sounds like melodies to your ears. A symphony of sounds only the Master can direct. People softly talking, sharing laughter ringing in your ears, some musical, others a high pitch penetrating the sky, piercing one’s ears. From their laughter you can detect if this person is happy, sad or just plainly putting up a front. In a distance you can hear an old big Ben clock chiming away. I love this part of the garden the most. It’s magical and it takes one’s breath away. For how can anyone create something so beautiful and impart so much fragrance in it too at the same time? There is a sense of oneness with your surroundings as if it has been created just for you and you alone. Soon it started to become my spot. At first I visited it during the day, until I soon realised that I have to compete for this particular spot, for it draws a person to it, and if you are not careful one can spend the entire day here forgetting anything and anyone else. A smell of lavender hanging around this area that even when the sun sets the smell embraces you.

Bringing a soothing calming effect on your thoughts and it allows you to relax right there. You can drift off to sleep, that’s how relaxed you become. Many times I would be lying on my back staring into the night skies trying to count the stars or watching the Milky Way. A lot of times I would be wondering if father Abraham really had so many descendants, more than these stars. But I love the relaxing feeling and being all to myself in the garden. During the day it was everybody’s garden but at night it was mine and mine alone. At night I am dressed warmly even if the nights are warm or a warm breeze are blowing, because it’s in the early hours, just before dawn greets me, that it gets chilly. I have learned to take a water bottle with me. It was at an early stage of coming to the garden that I sometimes had to leave before I wanted too because of thirstiness. My throat would become dry and parched at times and my tongue becomes salty and my lips cracked, so I decided that I will see to it to always carry a water bottle and some lip balm in my garments pocket. Why should I go to the garden only to return home because of discomfort due to cold, thirst and with cracked lips! I used to visit it at first only once in a while until I realised that whenever I get back from the garden that my life takes a turn for the better. Understanding, insight, knowledge and wisdom used to flow from within me and affecting things around me and from then on my visits increased to every night. It was my escape from reality to the unseen. Here I discovered an inner self that I didn’t know before. I started to love my spot at night. My fragrance started to linger there. I could be myself, be all by myself, talk to myself, laugh and joke to myself. Inner peace and beauty will radiate from me when coming from the garden. The nights I used to cry in the garden and the trees, the leaves, flowers, grass would witness my cries but never another soul insight. There was loneliness, but comfort in it. That’s what I used to like about it, until that night. Until that moment. You see when I would speak to myself there was always this presence around me. Another being answering me. Another being comforting me. At times I will hear this presence speaking to me. Sometimes to say hold on; other times go on or do this, don’t go there. This Presence I started to cherish it. I started to look forward to see or experience this presence at nights. I started to greet this presence at night. A sense of warmth waiting to greet me, to envelope me. My fears, anxieties, worries, pain, laughter and joy I could share it all with this very presence, until that night!

CHAPTER TWO

Stranger!

That moment in time! As if from a deep sleep I awoke to find another sound, one that’s unfamiliar to the night. A sound that I am not used too. It was ever so near. At first I thought that it was my own voice but it’s not me. Fear wanted to grip me.

Who is this voice, who is this other voice, so near to me that I can hear it, but cannot see it from where the sound cometh from? I can