The Visit
My mind is churning like an over revved engine with all I want to talk to the King about today. I stride past the gate, and up the steps to the throne room, taking them two at a time in my haste.
The great door is open as usual, and I see the Father, sitting by the fire, a large smile spreading from ear to ear as He sees me. I would love to just sit in His presence and linger for a while like I used to, but my day is super full, and concerns weigh heavy on my mind.
The Father stands, and pours me a glass of wine. I don’t see the proffered glass, nor the offered easy chair as I dive into my soliloquy.
“Dear Father,” I begin, “I have some really pressing things I want to speak with you about. First is the relationship with my friend. I know you understand the situation better than I do, so I won’t go into it, but I really need your wisdom to know what to do to fix this!”
The Father slowly lowers the goblet to the table, and sits down again, His smile fading somewhat. He nods and looks as if He might say something, but I have more on my mind than just my relationship with a friend.
“I also really need to know your will about this job offer I’ve received; it sounds really good, but I don’t want to jump into something I’m not ready for, you know? The thing is, I need to reply by Friday, so if you could let me know by then…? That would be great!”
“I want to show you something” The Father responds eagerly as He picks up a set of life blueprints adorned with my name from the table.
“I knew you’d be coming today, so I pulled these up. I made them before you were born” He motions toward the chair.
“Oh, that’s awesome” I respond, “But I don’t have time to sit today. Maybe tomorrow won’t be quite as hectic! Lets definitely take a rain cheque!” I pause for a moment, trying to remember the last item on my list:
“Oh yes! I really need a miracle for my uncle Craig, he’s been diagnosed with terminal cancer, and I know if you heal him he’ll know you’re real. Please please, would you touch his body and heal him Lord?!”
“I think that’s all for now Father, and I gotta run – I have an important meeting I can’t be late for, but I’ll message you later! Thanks for listening!”
Glancing at my watch, I kiss the Father on the cheek and stride out the door, feeling like I’ve missed something. But my mind quickly moves to the agenda of the day, and I close my Bible, and jump off the couch.
I don’t see the King behind me heave a deep sigh, fold up the blueprints, and return them to the shelf. Maybe tomorrow will be the day.
