Home.
Heart wrecked like some twisted piece of metal one would see on the side of the highway, swerving to narrowly miss it…whatever it was…crushed, obliterated and yet still “something.” A fragment of metal hanging on to it’s former life, it’s dreams and aspirations of what it once was.
“I asked for it, I asked for this Lord,” she silently whispered into the dead and darkness of night. The tears coming so fast she could no longer feel them stinging her cheeks, wasn’t sure how many more could fall. It was all she could do to reach for a pulse. She pressed her fingers to her wrist…nothing. No signs of life. Not even the quietest beat could be detected…her life line, cut out. Laying on the side of the highway just waiting to be struck by another car not sure quite what it was. No one could even blame the drivers…not a soul could decipher the mangled mess as being human in the least bit.
Panic gripped her heart like she’d never felt before…her dead pulse beginning to pound in her ears…it was all in her mind, she was losing it…”Am I still here? Am I dead?” The questions began to pour out of her mouth like smooth honey, dripping down, oozing all around her until she was not only out of questions but out of breath. Slumping to the floor, she just layed in the honey. It wasn’t nice like when you put it on peanut butter & honey sandwiches. It was sticky. And all the tears in the world couldnt’ remove it’s adhesion to her broken body.
A warmth began to tingle her wrist…a hand that felt nearly angelic rustled her hair…”I must be dreaming…even in death I’m dreaming…Lord, if my heart isn’t still beating where am I?” The warmth again at her wrist felt like a thousand laughs on her skin. If laughter was a touch, this was it. If there was any joy in this world aside from the sacrifical love of Jesus, this touch felt like joy to it’s fullest magnitude. A tender stroke of her hand by the warmth and her eyes snapped WIDE open. Colors everywhere, blinding her. Her mascara was smeared she knew from the steady flow of tears…Up her hand reached instinctively to wipe it away, clean herself up…but the warmth caught her hand and held it steady.
“You’re more beautiful than I’d imagined. He told me you’d look this way, but I…” the voice of a man trailed off. How did she recognize such a voice? It was the voice of her dreams somehow, but she couldn’t quite place it.
“Who…who are you?” her voice trembled and she could feel the tears beginning to form, threatening to spill out all over her already messy canvas of a face.
“He sent me. Sent me for you. He…told me it was time your heart begin to beat again, at least this side of eternity…I’m afraid I’m frightening you…you’re trembling…” cautiously he touched her hand again, softly, ever so gently.
” Are you…him?…I’ve been praying for you for so long…do you know how many nights have passed while I’ve waited? I’ve been so lonely…I…could almost feel you breathing next to me so many nights to wake up and you aren’t there…I…” she began to sob quietly…”I thought you’d never come…”
And it was then she saw his eyes…the most magnificent colors of blues and greens she’d ever seen, and they too were shrouded by tears.
“I know…I didn’t want you to have to wait too. I knew you were being mistreated by others and your heart couldn’t beat much longer, but He insisted. He told me each night it wasn’t the right time. I begged and pleaded…but He was firm. And I know why now. It’s as if every story that ever meant anything to me in this lifetime is told to me through your eyes. If I hadn’t have waited, it would have cheated me of this moment and a thousand moments like this to come.”
“Is it really you? Because I can’t take much more of this sh…” cutting her off before she could say something she would regret his lips caught hers in a kiss unlike any she’d ever felt before or would ever feel again…his lips were clinging tightly to hers in the softest touch she’d ever know. It was as if her lips were made for his. Beating heart restored…she felt the blood pumping again and her lips felt the tingle of it last…
“It’s really you…you came for me…” she whispered softly her lips still next to his…their faces pressed together so whose tears were whose were unrecognizable…
It was as if she was flinging the door of her heart and soul wide open and walking into a house called joy.
She was home.
