Tranquility's Best Moment

My heart melts as I allow my mind to only dwell upon Him. I seem so close to Him in these times of quietness. Nothing else seems to really matter. It’s just me and my best friend sharing. I give Him a piece of me and He in turn gives me His peace. It is tranquility at its best moment. In these reflections I imagine. I think of what it would be like to have the gentle hands of my healer brush across the top of my hand until our hands are clasped together in a tight embrace. I would see his nail pierced scar of redemption for the first time and tears would begin to fall from my eyes.

I’m sorry Jesus.

It was me.

I did it.

I put you on the cross.

I made you suffer.

My head is downcast. I am so ashamed I can’t bear to look upon His face. And then I hear the movement of white linen and feel the tip of one his fingers wrapped in the hem of his robe dab a salted drop on my cheek. I turn my head and dare to look at the man who gave me life. He is my amazing Jesus.

I love you!

You are forgiven.

Now live like you’re forgiven.

You are free.

Now live like you’re free.