MY KNIGHT ARRIVED
It happened suddenly. My eyes opened and I was no longer where I thought I was. A scene unfolded — I was being held hostage against my will. A tall, thin man stood before me, pale and cruel. His grip was iron, his words sharp. I knew who he was: the enemy.
Desperate, I cried out the name of Jesus. “Jesus! Jesus!” My voice trembled. But nothing seemed to happen. For a moment, heaven was silent. The devil sneered and hissed, “Stop wasting my time. He is not coming.” The lie pressed heavy, almost believable.
Then, suddenly — the atmosphere shifted. On a beach I saw two men on horses, warriors in strength and stature, their faces hidden under hoods. One leapt from His horse with urgency. He wore a blue robe, and when He pulled back His hood, I saw Him.
It was Jesus. His hair was shoulder-length and dark, His presence radiant with authority. I ran like a child and clung to His left arm, holding tight as though I would never let go.
The enemy’s voice faltered, then fell silent.
Jesus spoke with authority: “Stop keeping My people hostage against their will.” The devil had nothing to answer.
Then the Lord opened another vision before my eyes. I saw a captive tormented by the enemy — afflicted in their flesh. And I saw Jesus Himself respond. Every wound, every torment echoed in His own body. His skin deepened with pain, His arms trembled, His groans filled the air.
Scripture came alive: Isaiah 63:9 — “In all their distress He too was distressed, and the angel of His presence saved them.” Acts 9:4 — “Saul, Saul, why are you persecuting Me?”
But instead of blood pouring out from His wounds, I saw oil — golden oil, rich and flowing, dripping from His very flesh. Healing oil. Deliverance oil. The anointing that breaks yokes.
After this, Jesus wrapped His arm around me and walked with me along the shore. Then suddenly He began to run toward the ocean. My heart broke. Tears poured out as I cried like a child being left behind.
He turned once more. Pressing His hand to His heart, He showed me His sorrow — His own heart breaking at the pain of leaving me.
In that moment, an angel gave commands. Others surrounded me, gently lifting me, and placed me on a bus to go home. And as I waited for the bus to depart — I woke up.
The vision left me with a fierce tenderness: He enters our battle, He bears our wounds, He pours out healing, and even in the sorrow of departure, His presence secures and rescues.
Key Scripture
“In all their distress He too was distressed, and the angel of His presence saved them.” — Isaiah 63:9
Meditation: Let this truth settle in your spirit — the Lord is not distant in our suffering. He is present, feeling, and acting on our behalf. When you cry out in the night, even if heaven is silent for a moment, know that He has heard, He has come, and He carries golden oil to pour into the wounds of His people.
A Word for You
This vision reveals more than deliverance — it reveals the heart of Jesus. He does not watch your suffering from a distance. He comes down into the battle. He feels your pain, He bears your wounds, and He breaks the chains the enemy tries to wrap around your life.
Beloved, hear this: when the enemy whispers, “He is not coming,” know it is a lie. Jesus has already mounted His horse. He has already leapt into your situation. He carries both authority and compassion — and the oil that flows from Him will heal, restore, and anoint you for victory.
Take courage. You are never abandoned. The same Lord who silenced my captor will silence yours. The same Jesus who wrapped His arm around me is holding you even now. Lift your eyes — your Deliverer has come, and His name is Jesus.