I was led into a room, Jesus, myself and three strands. They were thin as hair and shimmered in the light. So fragile but I knew not even the sharpest blade could break them. I soon realized they attached to my soul. Each as tight as a violin string. Tears streamed down my face as I looked down the strands and stood face to face with the men on the other side. My soul ties. One, two, three they stood. Their figures washed out by the joy they have now. The memories, regret, sorrow and pain welled up within me as I peered into their eyes, dark and vast as the night sky. I was scared. I didn’t want to let go but Jesus was there and all I wanted was to break free and run into his warm embrace. After saying goodbye and crying out how sorry I am, I gave Jesus a pair of scissors. He cut each porcelain strand and one by one they faded away. My chest popped and released with each cut. Finally, Jesus came and took me by the hand. My soul leapt like a spark in a fire as I realized it was just he and I. He led me out of the room. As he opened the door, light poured through. I lifted my hand to see more clearly and before me was his glory, my future and joy. All were clearly visible yet had no physical image to capture. I cried and Jesus embraced me. How good it is to be loved by him.
