Pictures 2016

God Encounter 2016

Pictures

Sitting quietly at a table drawing, and pondering all of its ups and downs, went to faint whisper catches my attention but not my eyes. The word please for me like a swift breeze. My heart became still and my spirit rejoiced. Closing my eyes I listened again to whispered Word was soft but clear "Casie". This time it caught , both my eyes and my attention. I looked up and before me sat Jesus. He had lowered his head enough to meet my eyes. His face glowed with white light so it was hard to make out the features but his eyes where hard to forget. He reached out and touched my hand and I laid down my pen. I sat up and looked at him, why is he here? I wondered. He smiled at my thought, I knew he had heard it but he was not caught off guard and he was not hurt by it at all. "I see your pain, in the silence and the smile, I see it." I looked away and down at the floor. "Too much" I whispered sternly. "No, it's truth."he said in a whisper. I refuse to look at him, so he stood and put his hand out, I was reluctant to take it I just wanted to stay where I was. I finally looked up and sighed hard, then I took his hand and stood with him.he smiled really big as I walked away with him. We walk through the store to the front door "where we going?" I asked. He stopped with one hand on the door "walk with me". We walked through the door way but instead of going outside we were in a long hallway. I saw pictures of all my friends and picture frames of mind the hall. I walked over to one of the picture and ran my finger tip over the faces. Some of the pictures had my kids in them. The hall was long and I could not see the other end. "What is this about" I asked in a low voice. Jesus put his hand on my shoulder and said "family", I looked at him and said "these are my friends, and I do see my kids In many of them. I see so many of them as family." Sadness kicked in and I pulled my fingertip a picture and said in a whisper "but who's to say they see me that way." Jesus knelt down and pulled me close he looked into my eyes and said  "they are the family you Long for, they love you, just because it doesn't look how you think it should doesn't mean it's not true. Child, I am giving you freedom, freedom from your past, your pain, and even memories. So go take that freedom and make new memories, new traditions!  Go take new pictures. Don't try to talk yourself out of it! look at who is gathered around and enjoy them." I thought for a moment before I could speak Jesus put he's finger to my lips "there are no (what if's), I made it this way." Tears begin to roll down my face "so I'm OK? You are mad how I messed up everything?" He replied quickly "never. What you were living in was not what I wanted for you. Now that you're free from all the abuse, spread your wings out in the sun, rest, and enjoy this moment. Take a deep breath and let the pain go." He kissed my forehead and stood up. He took my hand and we begin to walk the long hall pointing and talking about the pictures and creating (our) own new memories.