A Sacred Moment in Time
As I sit at my desk, migraine coming on, dog barking, laundry to fold, and errands to run, I long for a little less and a lot more...a little less stress, a lot more peace; a little less racing thoughts, a lot more quietness of mind. I close my eyes and imagine Jesus sitting by the sea, making breakfast for His disciples. Or as I like to think if it "Jesus making breakfast for the boys." I can feel the warmth the fire and smell fresh fish sizzling over the coals. Oh to be there! Breathing in the goodness of His glory. Feeling the warmth of His love. In my minds eye, I can see His generous smile, and I picture Him waving me closer. I imagine myself being timid at first, this is after all Jesus...but then I remember how He called us Friends. So I return His smile and let my footsteps quicken. Finally, I'm basking in His presence. Am I really taking a rest beside Jesus? As if reading my mind, He softly reminds me of a conversation He had with His followers in the book of...