About Jessica

Spiritual vision is a gift I was born with although I didn't have the training to realize what it was until much later in life. When I was around the age of 5 or 6, I would have daily conversations with Jesus, telling him he was my best friend. I'd spend a lot of time reading a comic book bible and imagining being in the scenes in the Garden of Eden, Egypt, and Jerusalem. As with most children who grow into teens and face life at hard and fast speeds, the voice and lies of the enemy screamed louder than the whispers of God. The conversations with Jesus stopped, and the voices of shame and rejection and anger emerged. 

In 2010, I would visit a church called House of Zerubabbel in Dallas, Texas on Alpha Road. That day, the Lord gave the gift of spiritual vision back to me. I was desperate to hear from God, praying during worship with my eyes closed, knowing that HOZ was a place for miracles, and believing that it was the place where The Lord would speak to me again (24 years later). In my mind, I saw a vision of two large hands covered in wet cement, pressing and compressing what was a concrete heart. I watched as the hands continued to dirty themselves in sculpting and bringing the heart back into shape.  In my mind I thought, "What is this? What am I seeing here?" It was then that a woman who I didn't know tapped me on the right shoulder and said, "The Lord wants me to tell you that he's taking your heart of stone and giving you a heart of flesh."

In that moment, I didn't realize that the past 24 years produced a heart that shut itself off from beating to protect itself from more pain and hurt. On the outside, I professed Jesus, I went to church, I checked all of the boxes.  But on the inside I was desperate for a touch from God. I was desperate to be truly seen and truly loved by someone who would not give love and then take it away. There's the saying that hurt people bleed on those who didn't hurt them, but I had walled up my heart so much that it didn't even bleed anymore. 

That night at HOZ, the message was on The Lukewarm Church of Laodacea in the book of Revelation (ch. 3): "I counsel you to buy from Me gold refined in the fire, that you may be rich; and white garments, that you may be clothed, that the shame of your nakedness may not be revealed; and anoint your eyes with eye salve, that you may see. As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten. Therefore be zealous and repent. Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and dine with him, and he with Me. To him who overcomes I will grant to sit with Me on My throne, as I also overcame and sat down with My Father on His throne. “He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches.”

I didn't want to be lukewarm. I knew my heart needed a deep work of healing, but I didn't know how to do that. I surrendered my life to Jesus again that night, and begged him to do whatever it took to refine me. As I was praying, in my mind I saw rainbows and angels going up and down the aisle where I stood. Another woman came up to me as I was watching them in the spirit and told me that God was putting new things in my hands, and that I was like Queen Esther to be used to save a nation. I had no idea what that meant, but I received it, knowing that God would work it out. 

It wasn't until 10 years later that I would begin to write. Growing up, my parents always told me not to put anything in writing that I didn't want the whole world to know. In 2020, after receiving the gift of a journal for my 40th birthday, I would defy my parents to obey the Lord. I'm having conversations with Jesus again, like I did when I was a little girl. He's enlarged my vision to see more in the spirit. He's given me a new pen. He's given me a signet ring. And he's called me to write about the visions he's giving me.  

I'm not exactly sure just yet where he's taking me, although I know it ends with seeing him face to face. Right now, my focus is on courageous obedience and unrelenting self-discipline. In the meantime I'm enjoying the journey as we go hand-in-hand to all he has for me.