Still reflecting on the words from the weekend and a picture I drew in a time of reflection with God. My picture showed a mountain with a staircase coming down from heaven, at the top of the staircase was a heart, resembling God’s love. Along the way was a broken chain and a broken heart. I have been reflecting on this more and have written this to show how I interpret this scene.
Come run to the higher place, I will go to the mountain top, I see a secret staircase lowered for me, step by step I defy time as I rise towards the heavens, every step a victory over all the enemy threw at me, every step symbolic of my rise from obscurity, I can see the banner waving in the distance and as I peer ahead I make out my name emblazoned on the sign, my heart aligns with yours, I realise that you, the Lord have called me personally to share of your table, invited to the banquet as if I were a celebrity or someone famous, walking the red carpet I finally believe in my worth, I hear the trumpets heralding my arrival, you give me your arm to escort me in, I am soaring on wings like an eagle, Queenlike, regal, floating on a cloud as I allow you to take me to the place reserved for me, I step over the broken chains, the vials of tears, I gaze anxiously at the bucket of ashes until I see my beauty rising before me, I accept the robe of righteousness you wrap around me, you place a scroll in my hand, I unfurl it carefully and tears of joy fall down my cheeks as I read the words before me, “Adopted into God’s Family”, you pull the chair out for me, as I take my place my heart is racing for surely this is the “Amazing Grace” I’ve sung about, how precious does that Grace appear now that I am seated here.