Coffee’s on

I got out from under my covers, smiled a shy grin in his general direction, and felt the warmth of his hand softly pat my shoulder as I passed him on my way to the kitchen. I nodded a knowing nod, “thank you for your love” I whispered.

When I returned with the coffee he was sitting at our little dining room table, Jesus was there beside him, and The Holy Spirit, too. I took my first sip, looked to at the blank walls, as I felt his warmth surround me, fill me, and stir in me.

I wept. And with my voice I could only sob, and mutter words that I could not understand, with my mind, but somehow my thoughts flowed into the place where that babble poured out of me. And I notice at least two things as I do so. The voice of conflict, and defeat, doubt and condemnation finally has nothing to say. The other thing is a peace deep inside, and untouchable. It’s a peace just for me. It can’t be bought, nor sold.

Into my mind comes a verse, so I look it up,

“…for you are receiving the goal of your faith, the salvation of your souls”