
I have often wondered whether I need to write this down
in case one day I forget the details of that day
when I am old and gray and my great grandchildren ask me to tell
the about that day
that day
when I met Him
I should write it down in case I forget
but how can one forget that day?
it is like it happened yesterday
yes, maybe I can't recall exact words and sentences
but I remember where I was
I remember what time of day it was
where I was sitting
on the floor of my darkened room
cross-legged
chatting on the telephone to an old friend
I was just listening to them talk about their life
and the years that had gone by since we last spoke.....
maybe I need to back up a few weeks
to a girlfriends house
to where I first had contact with this old friend of mine
it had been about 5 years since we had last spoken and the first chat
we had was brief but pressing
He told me had had to talk with me
but he couldn't right then that day
he had much to tell me
but it would have to wait until he returned
from a trip
I was like....'okay, this is weird
what could be that important
that after not speaking to me for 5 years
you just had to talk to me now?'
I was hooked though
I was very curious as to what could be
so exciting, so urgent
yet not as urgent to share with me right then......
a few weeks passed, I don't remember
any part of that time,
any details of my life
but now I am up in my room
and he and I are chatting again
he starts telling me
about his life
where he was in it and what was going on
why it wasn't making sense
anymore
I really don't recall much of the specifics of what he said to me
right then
expect the point of it all
the only thing that he was telling me-
he shared with me the moment he met
Christ
where he was
what happened in those moments
what he thought and felt
and overwhelming sensations of it all
sound weird?
to some perhaps it doesn't make sense at all
I totally understand that....... totally
it does sound weird
but in that moment I found myself bawling
I was a wreck
I am weeping and I am not even sure why?
why am I crying?
why am I crying?...................
in case one day I forget the details of that day
when I am old and gray and my great grandchildren ask me to tell
the about that day
that day
when I met Him
I should write it down in case I forget
but how can one forget that day?
it is like it happened yesterday
yes, maybe I can't recall exact words and sentences
but I remember where I was
I remember what time of day it was
where I was sitting
on the floor of my darkened room
cross-legged
chatting on the telephone to an old friend
I was just listening to them talk about their life
and the years that had gone by since we last spoke.....
maybe I need to back up a few weeks
to a girlfriends house
to where I first had contact with this old friend of mine
it had been about 5 years since we had last spoken and the first chat
we had was brief but pressing
He told me had had to talk with me
but he couldn't right then that day
he had much to tell me
but it would have to wait until he returned
from a trip
I was like....'okay, this is weird
what could be that important
that after not speaking to me for 5 years
you just had to talk to me now?'
I was hooked though
I was very curious as to what could be
so exciting, so urgent
yet not as urgent to share with me right then......
a few weeks passed, I don't remember
any part of that time,
any details of my life
but now I am up in my room
and he and I are chatting again
he starts telling me
about his life
where he was in it and what was going on
why it wasn't making sense
anymore
I really don't recall much of the specifics of what he said to me
right then
expect the point of it all
the only thing that he was telling me-
he shared with me the moment he met
Christ
where he was
what happened in those moments
what he thought and felt
and overwhelming sensations of it all
sound weird?
to some perhaps it doesn't make sense at all
I totally understand that....... totally
it does sound weird
but in that moment I found myself bawling
I was a wreck
I am weeping and I am not even sure why?
why am I crying?
why am I crying?...................
...thanks for sharing this beautiful moment of truth in your heart and for pouring it out into this blog of yours.
ReplyDeletelovely. real and honest.
this is why you should write.
if it is in your heart to be shared, then you must share it.
xo jules