I run my fingers gently along the branches crafted recklessly into a crown of hatred by the ones that were non-believers.
Alarmed, I withdraw at the sight of blood pricked by a thorn and feel pain, less then what you had been through, from the years when I questioned if you were real.
How could I carelessly ignore the punishment you took for me?
Mary Magdalene is below your cross, grieving for the loss of her mentor.
I rest a hand on her shoulder, remembering how you saved us from our shameless sins and now we honor you like sheep to a shepherd... led to greener pastures.
"Do not be afraid, for I am your God."
Falling into your fatherly embrace; the anxiety to excel in life leave my worried mind.
I look up into your eyes; acknowledging how your love for me is beyond anything I had imagined.
The lies, betrayal, abuse, neglect, the hate... you understood.
No need for a confession, you saw everything and you forgave; I am forgiven.
Rhythmically; I listen as our hearts beat as one.
Spiritually you are real; you are within me.
You reach for the tears welling in my eye. "Never, ever give up." You speak with love.
I recall the point I almost sank with Peter as we walked in faith.
How could I allow doubt to attack me?
Having prayed in detail and a year later, when nothing happened... I wanted to edit what I believed for.
It's all in God's timing... he know's my heart's desire.
The water rises to our hips and John the Baptist looks on from a distance by the Jordan River.
A dove descends, its wings reflecting from rays of light of the heavens above.
I will never forget the day the Holy Spirit entered me through baptism, Valentines Day.
Raising your hands to my lips; I kiss the scars embedded in your palms.
I will not forget.
"Wherever you tread, you will bear good fruit." You assure me.
This is my purpose...
You leave to take your place of power at God's right hand on the clouds of heaven...
A slight tug at my hem and I look down to my right... a child with rosy cheeks looks eager for a word.
On my left is an elderly woman smiling at me.
I will build my foundation... from generation to generation.
I will learn from the wise and teach the new.
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