There are two heavenly places I’ve been trying to visit lately; the throne room of God and my heavenly garden.

The throne room, I’ve come to understand, is a different experience for each of us. Of course, it’s in the Spirit realm and we tend to be concrete thinkers so the throne room takes on a form in our visualization. I believe the throne room is a supernatural place of relationship rather than a brick and mortar, wood and stone building. However, please permit me to share what I experience there.

Usually I just appear before the throne in the Great Hall, but sometimes I go through huge doors much like we see Esther enter in One Night with The King movie. All the wood is rich and strong (Cedars of Lebanon perhaps?). Although the wood has been hewn and the stone quarried, it is all living. Everything is alive in heaven.

The floor is of solid white almost translucent marble, one piece, no tiles. It’s as if it were poured. It can become transparent as though I were standing on nothing and I can look through it and see the vast universe and the earth in the distance.

The throne is simple and grand at the same time. It also is of pure white marble, not ornate but shows sturdy strength worthy of the God who sits upon the throne. There are beautiful roses vining upon the throne framing Him. The roses adore him. They are rooted in the throne.

Sometimes the throne and He appear so large that as I stand there I look directly at His feet peeking out from His robe. That is the time I throw myself on those precious feet and kiss them. How precious are the feet that spread the gospel.

Other times, as I stand there I am looking into His beautiful face although the glory is so bright I don’t really see features. Oh, how can I explain this with earthly words?! These are the times when I sit on His lap and lean against His chest, feeling His heartbeat. It is times like this He tells me, “Go pick something out.” Or He says, “You need to get in the pool of provision.” (More in a minute on that one)

Only when he bids me to do so do I notice the rest of the throne room.

To His right is an anteroom. It is separated from the throne by massive wood columns and low walls finer than any grand library on earth. The wood, as I said, is alive and has a sense of purpose knowing it serves Him. The color in the wood is rich and deep, the shine reflects glory.

As I enter this area, I see the three walls to my right, left and in front of me are lined floor to ceiling with drawers. I say ceiling but if I look up all I see are angels and what appears to be blue sky and something like clouds, but not clouds. Perhaps it is the atmosphere of glory.

The drawers are stunning in their craftsmanship. They are obviously gold, but not the gaudy cheap gold. Again, they seem to breathe. They are carved, but I don’t see any images in the carving. They have small knob pulls on them. The whole drawer face seems to be one, not parts. Somehow I can reach even the high drawers, but I cannot see in any drawer. I must reach in and take whatever is there, by faith.

When Father tells me to pick something out, somehow I know what drawer to choose. I reach in like a small child retrieving a precious gift. Whatever I find, of course, is exactly either what I need, or want and it is for a purpose of God, an assignment. This room is comforting, I like just standing in this room.

There are also two doors that lead to other rooms. More about those rooms later.

Back in the throne area, to Father’s left is a beautiful alabaster pool full of the most beautiful blue water I’ve ever seen. No waters of the Caribbean can compare to this beauty. The pool is bottomless and the water comes from beneath and behind the throne. In fact, if I want, I can ‘swim’ through and come up at the back of the throne!

As I step into the pool which is really more like floating into the water, I hear Father say, ‘Whatever you need. . . “

In this water, one doesn’t sink. One floats IN the water as if suspended by some power. I can breathe in the water. Around me is suspended all manner of provision; buildings, money, opportunity, things that bring joy, words of encouragement and so many other things, I cannot list them all for they are never ending.

I gather provision into my arms and come out laughing with joy. Father laughs too for He loves to provide for us. Another thing that happens in this pool is restoration. Vitality surges back into my body, strength arises as I spend time in the water.

Always when I exit the pool I leave wonderful puddles on the floor that splash as I walk, but I never slip. Father laughs.

Many angels swirl above my head in that open expanse that would normally be covered by a ceiling. Covering hovering angels. Some are traveling to assignments, some are assigned to cover the area with praise. In fact, I can hear praise coming from all of heaven as if the room transmitted it to my ears.

I like to lie on the cool marble floor on my back and watch the angels. Did I mention gold dust floating in the air above us? There are substances in the atmosphere which we do not have here and, for which, I have no words to describe.

The throne room is not lit artificially of course. It is never dark, but sometimes it looks as though it were lit by lamp stands and is subdued in a gentle evening comfort, like a blanket by the fire. It is the quiet time. The time of reflection, humbleness, reverence.

Let us therefore come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need. Hebrews 4:16