Walking with Jesus
This is what God the Lord says— the Creator of the heavens, who
stretches them out,
who spreads out the earth with all that springs from it, who gives breath to
its people,
and life to those who walk on it: “I,
the Lord, have called you in righteousness;
I will take hold of your hand. I will keep you and will make you to be a
covenant for the people and a light for the Gentiles, to open eyes that are
blind, to free captives from prison and to release from the dungeon those who
sit in darkness.
-Isaiah 42:5-7 NIV
Today’s writing is a little different that what has been
done in the past. When I pray it helps me to envision actually being with
Jesus, if only in my imagination. Perhaps you will allow your imagination to expand
and you can take a walk with us too……..
I see myself as a
little girl…old enough to always feel safe and but not old enough yet to be
conditioned by the world. I am skipping along the beach, the same one that I
used to walk with my grandmother whom I called, Nanny. The weather is sunny,
the waves are gently rolling in and the top of the sea reminds me of blue-green
sparkling glass. Boats are off in the distance and the sound of sea gulls are
above. It is mid-day. I have a white dress
on. It is sweet with smocking on the front with embroidered roses and it has
little cap sleeves. It is summer time. My dress has a full skirt as though
there is a crinoline beneath but the humidity in the air causes the skirt to
fall slightly limp. There are two long sashes for tying a bow in the back of my
dress but the bow has become loose and it drags the wet sand behind me. My long
blonde hair falls just at my waist in natural waves and ringlets, often caught
by the breeze. The sun is so bright that I have to squint to keep the glare
from hurting my blue eyes.
I am gleeful. Skipping
along, laughing, feeling freedom and happiness when I turn around to see Jesus
behind me. He holds his arms outstretched to greet me and I run as fast as I
can with sun-kissed cheeks surrounding my smile and joy to jump into his arms. His
face is kind and I feel secure. He would never let me fall. We don’t talk at
first. I look at him and he looks at me and smiles. I touch his hair and pat
his chest and straighten the folds of his robe as if to neaten at the same time.
He lets me fuss over him and he doesn’t seem to mind. I adore him. I know who he is. And he knows
who I am. His walk is strong in the soft sand. He has a purple scarf draped
around his neck and a plain rope around his waist that surrounds his white robe.
He asks me, “What do
you want to learn today?” I reply quickly, “Show me everything”. He points out
to the water and shows me things in the distance. We look at the birds and he
knows the different kinds. I reach towards the sky to show him a cloud going by.
He says, “Do you know that all these
things come from my Father in Heaven?” My eyes widen with wonder as I simply
stare at his eyes and the truth that lies within them. I am anxious to know
more, but I get restless to play and want to run again on the beach. He lets me
down and I play hide and seek around him, hiding behind the folds of his robe.
He approves of me. I can see it in the twinkling of his eyes when he looks down
at me. My heart is bursting with happiness, even more than before. I pick up seashells and run to him to place in
his hand for safekeeping. He holds them for me. I have never felt such warmth
and kindness before. He seems to like me just the way I am, too. I see love in
his eyes. His love is so big it warms my heart. I get tired of skipping and
come back to him and reach for his hand and we walk the beach together holding
hands. We are becoming the best of friends. I just know it. I like the way my
heart feels when I am with him. I realize it is nice just to be together. He
says to feel his presence and to remember it. To tuck it in my heart and then I
can have it always. He says to remember that he is always with me.
Today, as an adult, I have a bowl of sand and shells in my
home and it reminds me of my imaginative first meeting with Jesus. A collection
of straw hats sit nearby to use to still protect my eyes from the sun. My
surroundings at home are connected to the beach with walls of photographs and
paintings throughout. To me the beach
represents unconditional, lasting, pure love; truth and honesty; forgiveness
and healing; safety and honor and above all, presence of the One that will
never betray. He will always love me. It’s the relationship that I seek daily.
God sent me a grandmother that loved me fiercely and gave
richly of herself within her very limited means. She nurtured in me the
goodness and virtues of life and was the first one to tell me about Jesus. My
precious grandmother that went to Heaven when I was just 9 years old lives on
in my heart and writing. Without my grandmother, there would be no “Reflections by the Sea”…..a seed planted
by her love for me and the beach, rooted by the love of Jesus and established
and written by the guiding pen and favor of God and the Holy Spirit. Did you
have someone that you can look back to that loved you enough to share Jesus
with you? Show them honor by passing their gift on, to open the eyes of the
blind, to share Him with the next in line.