Into His Hands
My story really begins when I was born. I was born two weeks early, so I have always been ill and weak. If my brother caught a cold, I would get it from him, only twice as bad. I always heard the women in the marketplace whispering that I wouldn't last more than ten years. When I turned nine, my brother came home with pneumonia and despite my parent's efforts; I caught it within two days time.
At first it felt like a bad cold, but then I started coughing until my throat was so raw, that it felt like I was swallowing sand and it would never stop.
I have always been a daddy's girl, so every time I opened my eyes I would see him sitting by my bed, and usually in tears. I would try to comfort him, but either I didn't have enough strength or I would start coughing all over again. Other time when I woke, I would see midwives standing over me, or my brother looking down at me.
Finally, when I couldn't even open my eyes anymore, I sighed; while my eyes were still closed, I saw a man walking towards me and holding out his hands towards me, as if beckoning me. Then to my total surprise, I got up off my mat and ran over into His arms.
For a while, He just held me, but then He took my chin in His hands and looked into my eyes. "Don't worry, child. You shall go back to them in a while." I hugged Him, and then whispered into his ear, "I'm not worried. I'm with You. I love You." I'm not sure how I knew it was God's Son, I just did. I lost total track of the time when he stood, took my small, warm hand in His, and told me it was time to go back. Suddenly everything was just blurry, like all the colors in the world were smeared together. Then things started to become clear, but the first thing that I really saw in focus, was His face. This time He was really in front of me, smiling down. I smiled, and sat up to hug Him. I heard Him telling mother to get me something to eat, and while mother rushed to obey, father started crying and ran to hold me, not letting go for the longest time.
That all happened sixteen years ago. I am now married to a leader in the church and I am growing more in my faith all the more. We are being able to tell more and more people about Jesus everyday. The Jesus who saved me for His wonderful purpose that is unfolding more everyday. And one day, I know that I will run back into His open arms again. This time, forever.