A dirt path through the thick hardwood forest leads me to a large field. The sun shines down and I can feel the warmth of its rays on my skin. A gentle breeze blows and brings with it the scent of the sweet surroundings. My ears listen to the flowing of water running over rocks in the far distance and also the wind moving through the limbs of the trees that surround this field.
The path leads to a granite boulder and it is there I decide to sit. I close my eyes and pray to my Lord. It is then I hear footsteps coming from another direction where the path leads to the opposite side of the field. I open them to see Jesus. His head covered with his prayer shroud. His robe tattered. His sandals worn. He comes and sits next to me.
I want to fall to the ground and worship Him, but He stops me from moving off of the boulder. He sits next to me and removes His coverings from His head. Tears run down my face as He takes my hands. As He looks into my face I feel as if He is able to read all of the thoughts running through my head. I want so desperately to turn away from Him... ashamed, embarrased. He does not speak to me with His voice yet in my heart I hear Him.
"Look at me. Look at me."
My eyes turn towards His. In His eyes that I know can see deep into my soul, I see something I would not have imagined to see. I see tears falling. Not only tears, but deep into His eyes I see a reflection of me.
In my heart and soul I share all that is on my heart and He hears me. Moments go by and His hands are still grasping mine. We share in stillness. Peace flows from Him to me. My worries are no more. My pain relieved. My heart mended. Strength renewed. Hope restored. Loved till overflowing.
He begins to stand up and offers me His hands to slide down off the boulder. He gently squuezes my hands and points to the path from where I came. I know it is time to go, but I do not want to leave His presence, yet I know I have to walk the path.
I begin to walk away from Him when I turn and look upon His countenance once more. He is walking the path in the direction from where He came and He turns to look at me.
We both smile and I thank God I had the time spent with Him.
The path leads to a granite boulder and it is there I decide to sit. I close my eyes and pray to my Lord. It is then I hear footsteps coming from another direction where the path leads to the opposite side of the field. I open them to see Jesus. His head covered with his prayer shroud. His robe tattered. His sandals worn. He comes and sits next to me.
I want to fall to the ground and worship Him, but He stops me from moving off of the boulder. He sits next to me and removes His coverings from His head. Tears run down my face as He takes my hands. As He looks into my face I feel as if He is able to read all of the thoughts running through my head. I want so desperately to turn away from Him... ashamed, embarrased. He does not speak to me with His voice yet in my heart I hear Him.
"Look at me. Look at me."
My eyes turn towards His. In His eyes that I know can see deep into my soul, I see something I would not have imagined to see. I see tears falling. Not only tears, but deep into His eyes I see a reflection of me.
In my heart and soul I share all that is on my heart and He hears me. Moments go by and His hands are still grasping mine. We share in stillness. Peace flows from Him to me. My worries are no more. My pain relieved. My heart mended. Strength renewed. Hope restored. Loved till overflowing.
He begins to stand up and offers me His hands to slide down off the boulder. He gently squuezes my hands and points to the path from where I came. I know it is time to go, but I do not want to leave His presence, yet I know I have to walk the path.
I begin to walk away from Him when I turn and look upon His countenance once more. He is walking the path in the direction from where He came and He turns to look at me.
We both smile and I thank God I had the time spent with Him.
