Journal entry... July 12, 2010
Morning Jesus, that was an interesting side trip out to check on the horses... lol. I just want to take this time before the day gets into full swing because I want each of my kids to feel and know You through me, my actions and reactions. On my walk out to the back of the pasture there was one glimpse of the most beautiful light that made the long, wet walk so worthwhile. Some of the morning light had a chance to sneak through the clouds... but only for a moment. It lit up everything in that morning gold. The horses, the grass (which became a deeper more vibrant green in its presence) and the tiny yellow flowers on their long stems nodding beside the path. Wow it was breathtaking! Thank You for that moment.
Where do You want to go Jesus? Let's sing for her. Okay!
So we sit facing one another on the boulder. There is a light breeze that carries the deep and wonderful scents of the forest to us... there is light but it is dappled and moving as the trees sway in the breeze. I am not sure if I can describe this but we begin to sing. Jesus first and then I add harmony at times and join with His notes where it so obviously calls for it. We sit gazing into each other's eyes singing and feeling so deeply the sounds we are sharing and blending. I know each note, every rise and fall, are speaking a story, a truth. I am unaware of all the surrounds us while we sing even though I know it for another.
While we sang the little girl came so carefully and slowly out of her hut. She sat very purposefully out of sight yet so near. She faces away from us as she sits with her back against a huge stump of an ancient tree. Here she closed her eyes and listened. In the warmth and safety of the music she curled up and drifted off to a sleep she has not known for so long. One of rest and peace, not fear. Of soundness instead of a sleep broken by shards of anxiety and nightmares. Jesus gets up off the boulder now and moves around the tree. Seeing her He ever so gently picks her up and holds her. I can tell by His every movement and look that He has longed to do this so often. Such tenderness as He rocks her back and forth... gazing into her now untroubled face. I suddenly know what to do. I quickly go to her hut, flinging open the door, for I don't know how much time I have. I immediately look for a window to open. I grab a broom and sweep the dirt floor of all it's stale and dead litter... I get down to a new layer as the old is swept right out onto the forest floor. I find some fragrant branches and carry them in. I make a leafy bed next to the old and unused fire pit in the center of the room. I stand up and look around, I can already sense a freshness chasing away the stagnant air. I then gather bits and pieces to make a small but cheery fire and set it all up... ready. As I come out of the hut I see Jesus coming towards me with the girl still asleep in His arms. His face seems to have a glow of delight and excitement... perhaps better put... contentment and love. He is returning from a walk through the woods with her. While she slept He spoke and whispered to her about what was surrounding her. How things looked through His eyes. Of His dreams and hopes. Of truth and love. He enters the hut and gently lays her down on the bed of leaves. Kissing her brow He stands and we walk out. Holding hands we walk away... humming.
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