During our journey, we all
memories that just don't seem to fit
in any particular
place that we can
explain. Many may call this one simply an
relation. All that I can
share in contemplation is that it is wholly, holy
Psalm 34:3 O magniy the LORD with me, and let us exalt his name
From a distance I see three
know exactly that death is occurring in this sight. I am nine years old,
sitting alone on a
large boulder. The sky is turbulent
with lightning flashing. I
watch. This death at
this cross is very different than most
that I witnessed from this same place. The lightning silhouettes
the three crosses.
The cross in the middle stands
know that death has occurred. I must walk to
the cross quickly. Those who
stood by are leaving the area as I venture close. The
soldiers are talking loudly and
actually seem elated.
They speak of
not getting to break His legs. Then, I see that some are
to take down His body. Why not,
soldiers sneer. He is no good to anyone
now, this king of the Jews. I
painful cries of those who loved Him.
They tenderly remove His
cross. I ease forward
see HIM. This is not just an ordinary man crucified.
He is somehow
paler. HIS family carries HIM away. All are sobbing. The
now. I wait and walk over to the cross as the last soldiers
admonish me to go home. I walk over to the very place HIS
ground is red and wet with HIS blood. I reach down and grab
blood soaked dirt. I carry this handful of dirt tightly
I feel true love for the very first time in all my life.
Today, I still feel this
in my hand. It is still changing me. There
are times that I feel this small
of wet dirt present within my closed fist.
I know now, that it is My
and it is still there, just for me. This
simple hand full of blood soaked
has come through the ages. I feel it
and can smell it's scent mingled
the wet dirt. Through the ages of time
and memories, the precious blood
my JESUS still speaks, still radically
changes, frees and transforms
to l.e, each one it touches. It has
not aged and not one drop upon
is wasted. Without HIS precious
blood, I could not go to my
Heavenly FATHER. Without HIS precious blood I
would not be ... a handmaiden.
Divine Lordship is not a threat; rather it’s the
place of greatest safety.