new

She opened her eyes. The unfamiliar scent that greeted her nostrils reminded her of something she never experienced. Her body was surrounded by a silky residue that resembled the after breath of an exquisite dream. She didn't know where she was, but she new exactly what to do, where to go, what to say.

She began to move her limbs, gently brushing away the silk that departed with an encouraging whisper against her skin. The familiar was infused with a glow she did not recognize, an unexplainable light that now painted her whole world.

Her hands were empty. Her bag was unusually light. There was no urge to hurriedly sort through the daily crowdedness of her mind.

She saw all the faces. She heard all the voices. She remembered the last two months. She wanted to cry out, but he was already holding her hand. This is what new feels like.

All things had been made new.

She recalled a promise of an easy yoke and moved forward in joy, embracing her freedom to always walk in peace.

REACHing OUT

She was so nervous. Her mind had already been fed with so much falsity and death. Life was dwindling within her. She closed her eyes, ready to submit.

Then she felt something brush against the cavity of her mind. She was suddenly infused. She reached out. She reached across the table and touched his face. She had been so nervous up to this point. She had almost given up.

The face looked back and returned the gesture. The feeling in the room changed from a sun-heated cement wall to a snow-cooled mountain stream. The affect was refreshing.

The pieces of cement in her own heart melted.

She was alive again. She had reached out. The face across the table was beautiful, was radiating with a soul loved by Love.

She felt even more Love herself. As she reached up and took His hand, Love smiled.