The Walk.

It all started in that upper room. 

One last word. 

A way to remember his body and blood was given there. 

"My time is at hand"

Because soon one of his greatest friends would quickly forget and betray him. 

Thats where that long & painful walk began. 

In that upper room. 

Down to that low place. 

Gethsemane. 

His low place. 

His place of pain and suffering. 

The place where the weight of the world would fall upon his shoulders and cause him to bleed from every pore.  

I thought about this walk a lot this week. 

What those moments mustve been like for Christ. 

I found myself walking. 

I was in the hills in Rhyl. It was quiet. I prayed that the spirit would teach me in the time of quietness. 

The words of this song began to fill my mind. 

"Jesus climbed the hill to the Garden still; 

His steps were heavy and slow."

"Love and a prayer took Him there to the place only He could go."

My steps began to get heavy as i tried to put myself in the shoes of Christ. 

That long and lonely walk. 

Did he understand the pain that would soon go through in each step? 

Each step leading him closer and closer to suffering & death. 

And all of this was done for me. And for you. 

I dont think he understood how exquisite the pain would be but, he couldnt deny the love he felt. It is his perfect love that drove him forward. 

Step by step. 

"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." 

"He doeth not anything save it be for the benefit of the world; for he loveth the world, even that he layeth down his own life that he may draw all men unto him. Wherefore, he commandeth none that they shall not partake of his salvation."

As i continued walking i began to ponder my painful walks. 

The moments i was found meeting Christ at my Gethsemane. 

Kneeing beside him.

With my face on the ground. 

Pleading for heavens embrace. 

But i remember the walk. 

The walk he walked. 

The heavy and slow steps. 

Down to my low places. 

He walked to meet us in those low places. 

Our Gethsemanes. 

Our places of healing and overcoming. 

The hardest thing that ever was done,

The greatest pain that ever was known,

The biggest battle that ever was won—

This was done by Jesus!

The fight was won by Jesus!

This all came full circle for me in those hills. 

The pains i would ever feel and felt.  

The battles i would ever fight and have fought. 

Its already done. 

A moment i yearn for is the time where im able to fall at his feet. 

I feel like it will be a moment where i will finally feel whole. 

Getting to bathe his feet in tears and thank him for freeing me. 

Im sure its a feeling he felt when it was all finished. 

He was free. 

He beat the impossible. 

Overcame it all. 

For you & i. 

Because of his perfect love. 

 

We meet people in these places everyday. Those dark places. 

Yearning to be free. 

And everyday we get to share what we know and what we have experienced. 

But what i have come to know has come with a cost. 

The learning has come in my Gethsemanes. 

Those low places. 

Thats where i have met the Saviour. 

I love getting to share those stories. 

I love getting to be apart of others stories. 

I love getting to get a taste of his walk. 

I love my Saviour. 

He is my friend. 

I cherish our relationship. 

I will fight for him forever. 

He means everything to me. 

He is waiting to meet you. 

I love you all!

I hope you have a beautiful week full of the Saviour! 

With love, 

Sister B