Through the Window

The other day I shared in meditation with a friend.  It began but did not stop in that time, but has become ongoing...as meditations sometimes do...because God often has more to say and goes beyond the time I allot.  I’d like to share that meditation with you here...I don’t know why but then again, I am often led to do things without knowing the ‘why’.

To begin, I was led through the meditation to a window.  For me, it was a large picture window consisting of large panes of framed glass.  Through it, I saw a golden path saturated with light.  Rolling golden clouds and mist rose up, making the path itself barely distinguishable.  The light, the colors and the clouds were beautiful and inviting.  However, I had no desire at the time to go beyond the protection of the window. I interpreted what I’d seen as being the path to heaven and presumed the reason I did not go “outside” was because it wasn’t my time....though I did wonder at God's showing it to me.

What I saw through the window came into my mind again this morning.  This time, I saw more meaning than I had seen before.  It wasn’t just the path to heaven God was showing me....it wasn’t where it led that was important.  What was important was that I was walking it with Jesus.

I am now outside the window and on the path.  The golden clouds and the mist make it impossible for me to see where I’m going.  I can’t even see my feet.  So I hold tighter to Jesus’ hand as I become the child I am.  I’m not afraid.  In fact I kind of like the feel of these clouds against my skin. I laugh at how the mist tickles me as I dance along and how I can barely see my foot when I kick it into the air.

There is such beauty here on this path.  The light is so bright the clouds shine as each bit of their moisture reflects it in golden transparency.  Its beauty fills me until I feel I, too, shine with this light.
  
The clouds leave a wetness on my face and even as I touch it gently with my fingers, I realize it is more than moisture they leave behind.  It is tears.  It is the tears of all of those in pain.  Here in this place, Jesus shares with me the tears brought to Him in prayer. A lump comes into my throat and I look to him questioningly with tears in my own eyes.  No words are exchanged, Jesus simply smiles understandingly and nods his head.

I have no doubt there will be more and I will come to know in God’s own time and when I am ready.