more brilliant

Oh, darling. Do I have colors waiting for you. Did you know that, although the sun never sets here, the evening sky is more brilliant than any you can imagine? That the river flowing through my city reflects rainbows with hues you cannot fathom? That when we sing together saturated visions of purple and orange, aqua and crimson fill the air? And that here red no longer symbolizes anger and rebellion, that yellow no longer means death, and black is never feared. For I am the light. And death will be no more; neither will there be tears or mourning.

Homesick

A sharp pain constricts my heart. It feels as if my heart is gasping for air, like my heart is drowning. It feels like a sob. It feels as if my heart is crying.

But there’s nothing I can do. I can’t see you until you say it’s time. Even knowing the day is coming; knowing the hour is near does not lessen the constricting pain in my heart. The sob wells up from deep within. My heart cries. My soul longs. My very being aches to see you.

         

                                     The home you’ve prepared sounds beautiful

I want to go home

Fields of Heaven (for 5.24.12)

I walk up the mountainside.

“How much farther, Lord? I’m growing weary.”

“Not much longer, my child, just persevere.”

The mountain begins to level out, not completely, but the incline lessens and the path becomes greener. I reach the crest of the hill. What I see takes my breath away.

The sky is amazingly blue, unlike any color I’ve ever seen. The grass and trees are so vividly green; it’s like I woke up and am seeing everything for the first time.

“Thank you, Lord, for bringing me here!”

“Well done, my faithful child. And welcome to your new home!”

{worship} (for) 5.11.12

“Let's sing the doxology before we begin”

Praise God from whom all blessings flow...
The music that ensued can't be described in words. It was more than beautiful melody. We were just students- not everyone could even carry a tune.
Praise God all creatures here below...
No, the beauty lay in something more than sound. It lay in the unity of the Spirit, the voice of worship.
Praise him above ye heavenly host...
It's broken, but beautiful. If this is only a fractured echo of His music, than what could Heaven be like?
Praise father sin and holy ghost.

5.28.11-colours

"I wish I could see colour. God, why did you make me blind?" Amelia whispered to herself.
Someday you will see. My colours are better, wait for the stunning brilliance I have in store for you, Amelia.
70 years later Amelia lay dying. She peacefully contemplated her last moments,
"I have never seen this world. Colours are only words. But soon I will see.
She entered eternity. She saw her God and she was stunned by His brilliant colours.
Mine are more brilliant than the world's. They are especially gorgeous for you. Hasn't it been worth the wait?

5.27.11 Colours

He walked towards the kingdom, his face forlorn and his body weary. As he looked ahead, the end of his journey, the kingdom, finally came into view. It had been a long journey, and he was tired, but when he entered the gates he relaxed, for he saw brilliant colors that he had never seen before. A beautiful pallet of yellows that matched the deepest and richest lazy susans, pinks of the brightest and most brilliant sunset, and purples of the richest robe. He walked through the winding streets of the kingdom, awestruck by the powerful beauty.

He was home.

5.20.11 Glorified

The father of the man clothed in a white robe gathers his son into his arms. As He touches the scars of the nails that held is hands and feet to the wood and the crown of thorns that had been placed upon his flesh, a few tears fall down his cheeks. His son had suffered excruciating pain for his people.

There was much rejoicing in the kingdom that day, for the king's son had returned. There was a great feast and He was seated at the right-hand of the king. A brilliant gold crown was placed upon his head.

He is glorified by all.

5.15.11 dusk - a drabble of 100 words

The road was muddy, his footsteps marked with blood. He had walked a great distance. He once was young and now he was old. Still, he kept walking. In front of him, the sun had nearly set. Streaks of orange shot through the sky as darkness chased behind.

His back was hunched, his shoulders stooped. But his head was erect and his eyes kept their clear gaze on the horizon. Finally, he saw it. The towers of the Great City, gleaming gold in the dying sunlight. A smile flitted across his face. The end was near. Home was in view.