We were going on a journey. To a new place. To a new land. We walked through the hills in warm temperatures. Lush grass and mossy trees. Down to a valley. I talked with him awhile and fell asleep in the grass. It was so peaceful. Sunkissed cheeks and a soft breeze blowing.
Along the ravine there was a creek of glacier water and I drank. The night was coming. I wasn't afraid. He was there. He put his arm around me. He knew the way. And his gun was at his side. He could, he would, protect me.
We ate by a fire that night. I could sense the dark grey coyotes on the hills but I wasn't afraid. The wind picked up and the tall grass moved with it. We ate until we were full. And then he kissed my forehead. I was overwhelmed with the thought that he loved me so much to stand by me in this journey.
When we reach the other side of this mountain, I will live in his house. It will be good and I will be loved, all my days.
~ An imagination of Psalm 23.
When I first imagined this place (at the dentist), I saw a picture in my mind of this field. Back out of the Peter's old place, past the creek, and over the hill, is a field. It is a strange field. It looked like a soccer field, square with hills on the side, and in the middle of nowhere. I imagined Jesus with his rod and staff and a big cloak that he could cover over you so you wouldn't be seen. I wanted to make it more a picture of now. What would a shepherd look like....Hoss...lol. A rancher big and strong with a gun. That brings a picture of peace. God as a rancher. You wouldn't mess with him if you were my enemy. :)
ReplyDeleteMmmmm...this is perfectly lovely.
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