Wa- keUp- Call
Beaten, exhausted and ragged, I struggle to keep putting one foot in front of the other. I`m running as fast as I can but it`s been so long. I trip, I stumble, I fight myself to get back up again because it is only instinct now, not desire. My future, if any, is dark and blurry.
I can hear them all around me. They seem far away but I know they are closing in on me quickly. I can hear faint voices and dogs barking. I look back but see no one.
Crash! Thud! Stunned, I lay there with barely the strength to look up, I had run into a wall of forest so thick it was impenetrable, only the smallest of rodents would have any hope of wiggling through it.
My heart, my strength, my mind and my soul, all completely melted to the bottom of my being. There was no way of escape. I lay limp in the mire of defeat, it feels as though my body is already sinking into the ground.
I hear a rustling, but no footsteps. My eyes were drawn to a beam of sunlight through the endless dense forest wall. It looked so warm and inviting, before I knew it, I was standing in it. I closed my eyes in a sweet reprieve.
I hear a voice, a voice more soothing than I`ve ever heard before, “Come child”.
I opened my eyes and there before me was a Jesus! I glanced behind me to find the forest wall as it was, impenetrable, but I was on the other side!
I came to Him and sat beside Him. I told him of my long unsuccessful escape and to the point of which I had reached. As He held me, He listened. I sobbed so, that my tears soaked his white robe.
Then I realized how quiet it was, I heard no voices, no barking, nothing but the sound of a creek that ran from the pool of water beside us. I also noticed that, oddly, there was no creek from above the pool to fill it. Then Jesus smiled and said “Drink, and you will be refreshed”. So I cupped my hands together and drank from the pool, it was sweet, cool and fresh.
As I drank, I became stronger and my wounds began to heal. I turned to Jesus and said, “You know I’ve always believed in you.” He replied lovingly “Yes, that is why your accusers have not been able to capture you.” I must’ve looked puzzled as I was kneeling at the pond poised to get another drink of water. Smiling, He leaned over to me, put His hands underneath mine and closed them together. I gazed into His eyes for a moment, while in this familiar but forgotten position, then I finally saw what he’s been wanting me to see, all these years. The nearer I come to Him, the neared He will come to me. His Living Word and prayer gives me strength, that is the wall between me and my enemies.
By Rena Baker