A Walk To Remember.

I thought a lot about Christ and his final moments this week. 

Especially where his final steps were taken. 

It all began in that upper room. 

One last word. 

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

"My time is at hand" he says. 

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 have found myself walking. 

Up and down the streets of this beautiful place i have come to call home. 

As i walked for the last time,

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."

The many steps up and down those streets soon became heavy as i tried to put myself in the shoes of Christ. 

That long and lonely walk. 

That at times i felt i was walking too. 

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. 

And it his love that has driven and continues to drive me 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 have walked up and down those streets.

Knocked on those many doors.

Riding from place to place on those buses.

i have pondered my painful walks. 

The moments where Christ was found at my Gethsemane. 

Kneeing beside me.

With our faces on the ground. 

Both pleading for heavens embrace. 

Despite the pain in those very moments I soon 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 has become full circle for me in those long walks. 

Up and down those beautiful streets. 

Within those many doors knocked. 

On those tender bus rides.  

The pains i would ever feel and have felt.  

The battles i would ever fight and have fought. 

"It is finished." 

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. 

 

I have met people in these places every day. Those dark places. 

Yearning to be free. 

And every day I have gotten to share what I know and how i have experienced his healing hands.

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

The learning has come in my Gethsemanes. 

Those low places. 

In those long walks. 

Up and down those beautiful streets. 

Within those many doors knocked. 

On those tender bus rides. 

Thats where i have met my Saviour. 

I have loved getting to share those stories. 

I have loved getting to be apart of others stories. 

I have loved getting to get a taste of his walk. 

I love my Saviour. 

I know he lives.

He is my greatest friend. 

I cherish our relationship. 

It is my most prized possesion. 

I will fight for him forever. 

He means everything to me. 

He is waiting for you. 

Fight to find him. 

And he will meet you there in those places. 

Because he has found me there. 

And changed me forever. 

Remember the walk. 

I love you. 

I can't wait to hug you. 

Thank you for being apart of my journey. 

With love, 

Sister B. 

I will be flying into Salt Lake at 8:10 pm on Wednesday! I would love to hug you! 

My homecoming talk will be on March 16th @ 9am! 

I would love to stay connected with all of you! 

 

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