God reaches down from the sky and tickles my feet. Like a touch of the television switch my dreams shut off abruptly.
"Wake up, my child," he says in a gentle voice. For one who holds such awesome power in his hands, his tenderness is amazing.
"New Day's ready!" he calls.
"What are we having today, Father?" I ask.
"First, let's get you washed in my Son's blood," he replies, washing away my sins and making me feel clean and ready for the day. "Now that you're clean, put on your clothes."
"Which ones, Father?"
"Those Christ sent. You can wear the one with the fruits of the Spirit, or you can put on your helmet of salvation, your breastplate of righteousness, your tight belt of truth. You will need your shield of faith if you choose to wear that armour, and your shoes to be ready to announce the good news of peace. Call me if you need help."
"Okay, I'm dressed!" I announce excitedly, my anticipation rising as I try to imagine what my Father has prepared in the new day he has spread before me. "Oh, I'm hungry!" I declare.
"Not bread alone, dear," says my awesome, powerful, loving Father, God. "But also every word that proceeds out of my mouth."
That spiritual meal is just out of this world. I'll have some later.
"That was great, Father!" I call out. "Thank you very much."
"Welcome, my child," he says with a big warm smile that looks like the sun in the early morning. He kisses me on the cheek. I feel his breath like a gentle breeze blowing across the bay. I stretch contentedly.
"Now, get going!" he commands firmly but lovingly. "Don't forget to keep in touch today. I'm only a prayer away. If you forget the number, it's listed in JESUS NAME. Bye now."
"Bye, Father. In Jesus name..."
This was written by Leah in 1998 and was recently discovered among the many bits and pieces of her writings.
