And God raised us up with Christ

and seated us with Him in the heavenly realms…

Ephesians 2:6 (NIV)

 

I was sitting on a bench in heaven with Jesus. How did I know it was heaven? Because Jesus was there. I could only see a little bit, one little corner--the corner where Jesus led me this morning so we could be alone and talk. Our bench was surrounded by trees and bushes--although I wasn’t very aware of any of it except that I was sitting beside the One who loves me more than anyone else could or would. He asked me to unload my pack. I think it was a backpack. I’m really not sure where I had all those things stashed. But so we could sit there peacefully together without distractions, He knew I’d need to hand them over. What a relief it was as one after another I put my cares and concerns into His hands for safe keeping and working out. Some I could hand right over. Some I felt compelled to talk about with Him, to explain or consider. Some, it turns out, are quite old, but I hadn’t realized I had left them in my pack all these years. He gave me permission to shed the tears that their memories brought forth and He cried with me, our tears mingling together in a way that healed all the pain. Knowing He felt my hurt, too, that it was legitimate hurt and that He hurt when I hurt, caused my love for Him to overflow.

As I began talking with Him about other things I kept jumping up off the bench and running off after my thoughts like letting a flitting butterfly take charge of my focus. In His gentle way somehow He got my attention back on Him and I’d sit down beside Him again. I so need practice being still with my Jesus.

He gives me breath there. I can breathe deeply and feel Him filling me with the Breath of Life. I must go back now.

 

One thing have I desired of the Lord,

That will I seek after;

That I may dwell in the house of the Lord

All the days of my life,

To behold the beauty of the Lord,

and to inquire in His temple.

Psalm 27:4

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