39) Jesus Gave Me A Hug: The Launching of a New Season – 2025
Dream – On Friday December 5, 2009, at about 12:30 a.m. Jesus awakened me with a hug. I was just starting to fall asleep in my recliner after watching the end of a Christian program. All of a sudden, I heard a ruffling sound under me like bedding being ruffled. Then I felt squeezing on both of my sides. The squeezing actually hurt a little. I said to myself what is going on. Is Satan doing something to me? I was not frightened. No, I thought, I belong to Jesus Christ. I am a daughter of God. I decided to just stay at peace. The arms that were squeezing me went up and started coming around me. As they came up along my sides, I felt the sensation of moving my hands and putting them inside of the hands that were coming up around me. The hands came around me and I was given a hug.
The sensation of both hearing and feeling was part of this experience. The following Sunday morning as I sat in church, I reflected upon this experience and realized that of the two hands that went around me, I felt the large soft right hand most distinctly. At that moment this thought hit me strongly: Jesus sits at the right hand of God. I certainly do believe It was Jesus who gave me that wonderful hug!
I had asked Jesus for a hug almost exactly one year prior to this date, in early December of 2008.
In 2008, I was feeling kind of sad as this was my last month serving the historic W. W. Mayo House. A state historic site. I was retiring from the position of Executive Director of the Mayo House Interpretive Society, which I had founded in 1986. I was leaving behind the 35 years I had worked with this little house that Dr. William W. Mayo had hand built in 1859 on the Main Street of Le Sueur, Minnesota.
I had made the decision to leave this work in order to concentrate more time and attention to serving Jesus Christ. In 2009, I was searching for a new church that was more “spirit filled”. I checked out and attended two churches before I chose a church nearer the town where I live. First, I attended the church my son was attending, driving some 50 miles to its location and second, while I was caring for my young grandson, I was traveling some 70 miles to my daughter’s home. I traveled there on Sunday mornings for the purpose of taking my granddaughter with me to a church in their town. I was struggling with not being able to become actively involved with either of these churches because of the long travel distances from my home. I needed to settle in and become involved with a “spirit filled” church closer to home. My heart ached and always aches to serve Jesus in His ways, according to His calling.
I believe Jesus hugged me to comfort and encourage. I love this experience. Each night I now pray “Jesus hold me tightly in your arms.”
Personal testimony of
Dorothy von Lehe -2025