Please take your time with reading my new friend Mrs. Seema Bhervia story. When Seema responded to my post for feature requests, just like many I emailed her and started connecting. Little did I know who was behind this connection. One day I believe I will go into detail about the revelations to our connection but today please look at how our God, Jesus Christ carries us in the palms of his hands.
I was born in Johannesburg, South Africa. We were a family of 5, my parents, my elder brother a younger sister, and me, Seema the middle born. My grandparents are from the state of Gujerat in India and the religion, Gujarati (Hindu). I followed the traditions and rituals of a Gujarati family. My dad never followed a particular path, he is more on the side of agnostic. My mum, on the other hand, followed a Guru, and I followed in his teachings as well.
Growing up I always had what I called a ‘sixth’ sense, a sense of knowing that I wasn’t alone. I had a feeling of something being present in my bedroom or that I am being watched. Many a time the feeling I had was dark and fearful. After my brother passed on in 1995 my faith in the Guru grew stronger and I was introduced to a Hindu priestess (a female priest) who looked into my life and told me about myself and my troubles. This was the start of a path that would later cause a lot of heartaches. For a few years, I went to many Hindu priests who would tell me that I had a lot of ‘bad luck’ or that there was a lot of ‘black-magic’ done to me. I bought into this and performed many prayers and rituals to rid this ‘evil curses’. Over the years this resulted in depression and anxiety. I kept asking myself over and over, how can all these rituals be performed but I still feel empty. I still feel like there is a dark cloud hanging over my head. Why would God do this to me? Why is he not answering me? I had a lot of questions with no answers.
In December 2008 I had a dream of the Guru I followed who said to me I was going to die. I panicked and took out life insurance!
On the 20th, of January in 2009, I was asleep and had a dream.
I was on a battlefield, and in the field stood a large vintage castle. I was with my daughters and my cousin. We were running from the soldiers that were going to attack us. As I ran I came to a hedge growing a few meters from the castle and we hid under it. I prayed as hard as I could in my traditional language. The soldier stood in-front on us and I realized that we were invisible, so the four of us got up and ran as fast as we could. We found ourselves in a three by three-room in a white basket. The basket started to lift up off the floor and it felt as if we were shrinking.
The basket moved across the empty room and a loud voice said: “I am carrying you in the Palm of my Hand”(Isaiah 49:16 "Behold, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are continually before me.") Simultaneously in my sleep, I felt an incredible, indescribable peace come over me, from the crown of my head throughout my entire body. It lasted for about 10 – 15 seconds and then it was over.
“I am carrying you in the Palm of my Hand”
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