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Freely He Comes
by Judy Sims Standing barefoot on the dew covered grass, still wearing her knee length, pale blue nightgown, she stood staring out across the garden. Thoughts flooded her mind and then stopped dead as she realized that for the first time in months, she could hear the birds. She froze where she stood suddenly aware of the crisp morning air, the vivid green of the trees, the cool grass under her feet. A long moment passed, as she just absorbed every sensation her body was capable of. The thoughts having quieted now gave room for memory. "What is it?" she thought. "What's missing?" Her life a shambles, fear having guided her every move for what seemed an eternity, thoughts of life had long sense faded away into the darkened fog of worry. Now suddenly it was as if some super reality vitamin was charging her senses, causing her to ponder how she had gotten here and where everything had gone so wrong. "What's missing?" Where had her peace gone? "Wait! That's it. Peace? Wait, wait! What's missing?" Her mind seemed to have become whispers of almost thoughts, dashing to and fro and she stood very still, letting her mind search. "Lord!", she shouted out loud. "Lord, where are You?" "Lord, it's gone! Where is it? Help!" She had lost her grip somewhere along the way, lost a peace that now was a distant memory and suddenly she realized she wanted it back. Now it all came into focus and she wanted it back. She threw her head back, facing skyward and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Father! Help me!" Something invisible gripped her stomach and then began squeezing its way up to her throat. Like a volcano, a surge of something indescribable burst up through her being and out her mouth as a wail of exquisite agony, rumbled through her. Tears came to her eyes and she fell on her face, not caring that she was getting her pretty nightgown all dirty. Never had she felt so broken hearted, almost too painful to endure. The tears over the past few years, spilled out onto the ground, as she cried like a baby. An hour passed, as she spent herself with tears. She just let it happen, she let it all go. Then, as though a warm blanket covered her from head to toe, her tears all spent, she felt the loving tenderness she had so missed, being lavished on her by the Holy Spirit. She lie there soaking it all up, not wanting to face the day, just lie there in His arms. When, at last, she stood again the sun was well up. For the first time in many months, she could again experience the warmth on her face. Peace was once again right where it belonged - in her heart and soul. Now suddenly the world slowed down, her mind was at peace and she remembered who she was. Life was ok, again. Judy Sims The Lord is on me to share my story, to write for the hurting and to help the confused push away the clouds. I've begun sharing my writing according to the Lord's timing. He's calling His children. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |