VISION of THE WASHTUB - A Classic
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by Hollie L. Moody
My attention was once again drawn to 1 Kings 18:1; in particular,
where it reads: "And it came to pass after many days, that the
word of the Lord came to Elijah..."
As I finished reading this verse of Scripture, the Lord began to speak
to my heart.
"Did Elijah stop being a prophet when My word wasn't coming to him?"
The Lord asked me.
This question from the Lord struck my heart and took my breath away.
I myself had been enduring a time of great silence from the Lord. Yet
even though the silence from the Lord was distressing in many ways,
I continued to feel the Lord's presence with me.
Over the past several months, it was as if one tragedy after another
was striking my family and loved ones. There were numerous stressful
situations occurring at the same time. A spirit of intense weariness
settled upon my heart. I usually felt as if I were bracing myself for
the next blow to strike.
As I continued to seek the Lord for answers and direction, I had a
very strange vision. This vision was so strange to me that I almost
dismissed it as silly and unimportant. Yet, it haunted my thoughts.
After some time, I felt clarity from the Lord in regard to this simple,
"silly" vision.
I would like to share this vision, and what the Lord spoke to me in
regard to this vision, with others; especially those prophets of the
Most High God who also may be enduring tragedies and/or a time
of silence from the Lord.
In the vision, I saw a long line of silent men and women. Each of the
men and women had on a brown cape that touched the ground and
they were staring ahead intently. I glanced in the direction the men
and women were looking to see what they were staring at. To my
surprise, I saw a large washtub such as was used in bygone days
to wash clothes. Hovering over the washtub, I saw an immense hand.
I watched as each of the men and women approached the washtub.
The large hand plucked up each man and woman one by one, and
very deliberately placed that person (still wrapped within their brown
cape) inside the washtub. Then began what I can only describe as
a "wash cycle."
During this time of being "washed," each of the men and women
were being swirled madly around within the washtub. Soap and
water were in their eyes, ears and even in their mouths. The hand
also "scrubbed" each of the men and women on a scrubber, then
would place them back into the soapy, turbulent water.
As I continued to watch all of this, I became aware of the soft
murmuring of a voice. I couldn't make out the words that were being
spoken, but the sound of the voice was gentle and soothing.
At the end of the wash cycle, the men and women appeared
absolutely exhausted.
Then began the "rinse cycle." The wash water was drained from
the washtub, andclean water added. A bucket appeared grasped
in the large hand. I watched as the large hand repeatedly poured
bucketful after bucketful of water over each of the soapy men and women.
The voice continued to murmur gently and soothingly to the men
and women, but with the soap and now the water in their ears,
they didn't seem able to hear the sound of the voice.
At the end of the "rinse cycle," I watched as the large hand set the
bucket aside, grasped each of the men and women one by one,
and placed them into an old fashioned wringer. I gasped with
dismay as I saw each of the men and women being completely
flattened and having the water pressed from them as they were
put through this wringer. Then, the men and women were placed
gently into a basket.
By the time this entire process was completed, the men and women were
totally limp and exhausted.
Then another hand appeared so that there was now a set of large
hands. The hands reached into the basket and gently removed the
men and women one by one. The set of hands carried each man
and woman to a clothesline and began to "hang" the men and
women on the clothesline.
As I stared at the men and women hanging on the clothesline, I saw
that each of them had their eyes closed; almost as if they had fallen
asleep after the ordeal they had just endured.
I then began to faintly hear the sound of a gentle breeze. This
breeze seemed to envelope each of the men and women, and they
were gently swaying back and forth on the clothesline. As the
breeze gently blew on the men and women, the soft voice continued
to murmur to them.
Gradually, the men and women seemed to become aware of the
sound of the voice. They opened their eyes, began to slowly look
around them, and became more alert.
The hands then took each of the men and women down from the
clothesline. The men and women stood silently, as if waiting for
something to happen. I realized that during this whole process, not
one of the men or women had resisted, or even spoken.
As I stared at the men and women, I saw them become quietly
animated. I noticed they were each staring off into the distance at
something. I turned to see what it was they were gazing at, and saw
a small cloud. The small cloud appeared as if from over the horizon.
Then, each of the men and women set off towards the small cloud,
and the vision ended...
In Him,
~~ Hollie L. Moody