![]() ![]() With the power of God, my own Father, I heal you of the burdens of your own mind, body, heart, and spirit. He said, “you will never look down again my dear friend, raise your eyes to me. He lifted my chin with his left hand to meet his gaze. He placed his right hand underneath my knotted knuckles and looked down at me. I fell to my knees and looked up with foggy eyes to the sight and sounds of so many people laughing and gasping at my very public actions. As if in slow motion, the pail fell from my painful grasp and the water poured out, adding to the puddle forming at my feet. ![]() Tears poured from my face and onto the sand like a flowing waterfall filling a dry, empty valley. I closed my eyes in hopes of some relief when I felt a soft touch at my waist. I lifted the pail to my shoulders and nearly cried out as my shoulder popped. I was at the well gathering a supply of water when my whole world changed. He came to me in a dream, he walked right up to me, laid his hands on me, and I was free. I knew if there was any chance for me, it was through him. ![]() I knew of Jesus and that he was healing people. I carried the weight of that pain and the feeling of not wanting to go on with such force, that my mind slowly started to slip away. Because of the violent words and actions against me, my mind hurt too. But the pain resonated through my entire body, and I wasn’t ok. I could walk, eat, and drink so everyone thought I was fine, no one could see the pain, so they assumed it didn’t exist. I was in so much pain, my body rejected every remedy I so desperately sought after in my own time of need. I stood there in complete stillness and silence with a flipbook of memories flashing in my mind. I couldn’t open my eyes, I was too afraid, afraid of what I might see. Who moved it? Was someone tending to his body on this day it was our turn? Did someone take him away? My God, what has happened here. The stone was moved when we came here to his tomb. My heart pounded louder and louder as I stood at the corner where the breach in the cave’s walls opened and I closed my eyes. The sweet aroma that covered his shroud floated through the air, masking any stench of death and decay. I inhaled the scent of myrrh flowing from the depths of the cave as I held up my torch to turn the corner. ![]()
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