What A Day


The light reflecting off the streets is blinding. A gold light. A bright light. A known light.

My walk is a sprint at the speed of light. The distance I walk is covered quicker than it is to think one word.

I fly but there’s no parachute, no wind, no sail. I fly but I fly in my mind. Where I think, there I am.

Looking up onto the biggest house I’ve ever seen. A mansion of grand design. When I touch the doorbell, I’m immediately in the foyer of a most beautiful home. There’s a man standing in the drawing room, waving me over. Eyes like the ocean right before dusk.

I glide to Him. I raise my hands to my head and they are filled with a soft metal object. I bring it down over my face. It’s the most beautiful crown, filled with jewels.

I look up at the Master, He speaks to my heart. In a instant He fills my mind with memories of water poured from my earthly body onto seeds planted.

I examine the crown as if it’s foreign; yet it’s so familiar. As I gaze into each of the jewels, I see faces of others I’ve known along the way, reflecting back at me in each prism.

I walk to Him, I kneel down before Him. I lay my crown at His feet. With my heart I tell Him…This belongs to You my King. You alone are worthy to wear this.

He bends down, cups my face in His hands and says…Welcome home my child.

Lord,  I want to be a witness. I want to help You seek and save that which is lost. I want a part in making the shepherd rejoice over the one lost sheep. Please give me the confidence to ring doorbells, to pound the pavement, to speak out about Your glory and goodness everyday of my life. Amen


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