Moments come when walking hand in hand, the heart yet desires to draw nearer. Moments come when mere inches seem too great a distance. Moments come when eyes fix upon eyes... whispered words flow directly to the soul... yet the heart longs to be one, to know the mind that even conjured the thought.
I hear His whisper into my heart, His hand upon my own. Yet I long to close the distance.
As Easter approaches, a dear friend confides in me. "I always feel as if I lost out." The entire season slips from our grasp as busyness swirls. How I know. How I know.
So I determine to stop... to draw near through the words of His beloved disciple, he who would be His chosen brother... that I, too, might walk those final steps, experience those last days... and drink of His presence, resting against a strength, a wisdom, a love like none other.
For though He's not yet returned, He is so preciously near.
"A little while, and ye shall not see me and again, a little while, and ye shall see me, because I go to the Father." John 16:16