TITLE: Hear God calling you, on the gentle breeze of His creation. By Duane Baggett 07/10/06 |
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Last night I dreamed of a breeze, warm and alive, blowing through my memories.
My memories. Far and distant. Memories that that find me distantly staring into a faraway sky, remembering with melancholy the friends I have left behind, or have faded away over the years that run together.
My memory moved into a place I didn't know, or recognize. The breeze was warm, and the voice it carried soothed my fear. Though I didn't know where I was, the gentle voice assured me I would remember.
I came to a glade with fragrant pine trees on a gentle sloping hill. They were painted against the bluest sky I have ever seen. The sun shown with brilliance, and it warmed my soul. My spirit was glad, because the voice came from the sight before me.
The voice beckoned to me. To come into the trees. With gladness I obeyed. On the edge of the glade, with the fragrance so alive, I heard the flowing waters of a distant stream. The water sounded so clean and pure. I knew in my heart one drink, would satisfy my thirst for a thousand years.
The voice bid me to come and see. I came to the stream and walked along its edge. The voice was always with me. It was in my ears as one voice. Though I somehow knew it came from the breeze, the trees, the sky, the fragrance, and the sunshine.
I now understood I was walking with God, hand in hand barefoot by the stream.
We talked about love, and its forever endurance. We talked about fear, and how I should never. We talked about being together as one, and how I need to look at others through His eyes. We talked about Jesus, and how He gladly died in my place. We talked about the world, and how I need to shine for everyone. We talked about heaven, and where I was at that moment in time. We talked about dying, and God whispered to me. The day will come when we will walk here again. This is our special place. For I love you, and I am always with you.
He told me it was time to go. My heart was heavy. I wanted to stay. He told me we would walk here again, but He needed me to be His vessel, to harvest others. I left.
I awoke with the distant echos in my heart. The echos of undying love and devotion to one such as me.
In my memory was the complete love of God. How He loved me with His Heart, and His creations. As my memories faded into the morning, and as I started my day. I walked out into the springtime, and saw God again, for the very first time.
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