Once upon a moonlit night, in a small village nestled among rolling hills, there lived a woman named Eliza. She was known for her unwavering faith and her vivid dreams. One night, as she lay in her cozy bed, she slipped into a dream—a dream that would forever change her perspective.
In her dream, Eliza found herself walking along a dusty road. The air smelled of earth and distant flowers. As she walked, she noticed a crowd gathering ahead. Curious, she quickened her pace and joined the throng. In the center stood Jesus, His eyes filled with compassion.
Eliza’s heart raced. She had read about Him, heard stories of His miracles, and now here He was, right before her. She longed to speak to Him, to pour out her heart, but the words stuck in her throat. Instead, she watched as He healed the sick, comforted the brokenhearted, and blessed little children.
But then something unexpected happened. Jesus turned away from her and approached an elderly woman sitting on a rock. Her face etched with wrinkles, she clutched a tattered shawl around her shoulders. Jesus knelt beside her, whispering words of solace. Eliza strained to hear, but the conversation remained hidden from her ears.
Next, Jesus walked over to a young man—a beggar with eyes that held both hope and despair. Eliza watched as Jesus spoke to him, his voice gentle yet firm. The young man’s eyes widened, and he nodded as if receiving a revelation.
Eliza’s heart sank. Why hadn’t Jesus spoken to her directly? She had so much to ask, so much to share. Doubt crept in—was her faith not strong enough? Was she unworthy of His attention?
As the dream continued, Eliza observed Jesus conversing with others—a grieving widow, a struggling farmer, a child lost in the crowd. Each encounter left an indelible mark on their souls. Yet, Jesus never turned to her.
Finally, the dream shifted. Eliza stood alone on the road, tears streaming down her face. She raised her eyes to the heavens and whispered, “Why, Lord? Why didn’t You speak to me?”
A soft breeze rustled the leaves, and a voice—a voice that seemed to echo from within—reached her heart. “Eliza,” it said, “I see you. I know your dreams, your fears, and your hopes. But sometimes, the greatest conversations happen when you listen to others. My love is not limited—it flows through every encounter.”
Eliza woke with tears still wet on her cheeks. She realized that Jesus had indeed spoken to her—through the unseen conversations with others. She vowed to be more attentive, to listen with her heart, and to recognize His presence in every encounter.
From that day forward, Eliza became a beacon of compassion. She visited the elderly, fed the hungry, and comforted the broken. And in those acts of kindness, she felt Jesus beside her, whispering words of love.[1]
(This story was generated by Copilot in response to a search for as similar inspiration story. I didn't ask for it and it presented it to me as if it had found it somewhere on the web. When I asked for the URL, it explained it had made up the story.)
[1] Copilot, OpenAI,
“The Dream and the Unseen Conversation”, February 7, 2024, OpenAI
Conversational AI (Generated Content).
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