It’s Friday! Woot woot! It’s time for five-minute-friday (#FMF) where we write for five minutes and today’s topic is Grasp. To find out more about five-minute-friday, click here.
I’m running. In fields of wildflowers. Yellow flowers tall like grass. Warm sunshine on my face. My hair is blowing in the wind. I see him. His shape. His robe. Beard. He’s smiling. I run as hard as I can and jump into his arms and his grasp is gentle yet firm. He spins me round’ and round’. Me and My Jesus. Spinning and spinning. Giggles and laughs. In fields of wildflowers.
He whispers into my ear, “I love you Leigh. I made you to love me. And I’m proud of you.” Tears slip from the corners of my eyes. Happy tears. He’s not mad at me. For all the things I’ve done wrong. Not mad at me for all the bad things I’ve thought and said.
We laugh and he spins me and tears flow like rivers. Healing me. From the inside out. He never loosens his grasp. Never grows tired of me. He loves me. He loves me.