I sat on the brown leather couch just waiting for who knows what. There was a knock at the door. I opened it to find a very large man and an older companion standing there trying to peep inside. I flung the door open wide, and said with a boldness that even surprised me, "None of this stuff is mine except the clothes I have on and my purse. You can have either, but please don't take anything else." They laughed in my face, but left. I closed the door, locked it back, and sat on the couch Trembling. Crying. Paralyzed by fear. Wanting desperately to be reunited with my family.
All the fear drained instantly from me when Jeremy walked through the door, and was replaced with the deepest, giddy joy I have ever felt. I didn't care who or what walked through the door. It didn't matter. I felt completely safe, secure, and elated. I just stared into his beautiful, brown eyes and smiled a deep inner peace.
When you find yourself brought low to the grave and all there is for you to do is sit and wait, be gentle with yourself and those surrounding you. When you least expect it, Christ will come through the door to eternity and usher you into a dreamy world filled with Wonder. Security. Freedom. Excitement. Wholeness. Reconciliation. Peace. In these soul grinding, in-between spaces, it is enough for us to wait 3 days...