A Word
Through steadfast prayer and longing I searched for peace and understanding. After years I cast aside the search and I looked at the moment, without judgement, and found peace. More moments followed and much that was mystery became clear; and I gave thanks. Yet no place I knew embraced the wonders I discovered, no home contained them.
Then, on a day much like any other, a door to a new place opened; one I never knew existed. Through this door I could reach through time and space, rise above circumstance and limits; through this door I could find Jesus.
I, and others who wanted to know Jesus, came to walk with Him and learn of the wisdom he gave. By lakesides and rivers, in valleys and towns, we stayed awhile with Him. We became witnesses to the changes his love and truth did bring.
The people of whom I write are not from the Book yet the stories and words are presented in a style befitting the Book. For some, this style is balm, for others not. If you would, listen for the spirit within the words.
The people in these stories are from many times and places, varied in understanding and experience; they are as you and I. They seek the Light and the One who sends it. They would abide in the Kingdom of Heaven; they would abide in God’s presence.
If you look and listen, you will find Jesus.
He stills walks and speaks in the hills and valleys of the heart.