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Pastors' Wives Resource site provided by the Sunday School Discipleship Ministries International, a ministry of the Church of the Nazarene. We want to hear about your experiences, the lessons you’ve learned and how God’s Word and prayer supported and sustained you in the joys and challenges of parsonage life.

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But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you; and you will be My witnesses ... Act 1:8

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Curled Up with Jesus PDF Print E-mail
Written by Melissa Meador Wilson   

I spent the day curled up in the lap of Jesus.  As I listened to the steady cadence of his heartbeat, and the soothing rhythm of his chest rising and falling with each breath he took- I found the comfort I was desperate for. I’ve never been so close to him before and for that I am very ashamed.  Of course, the reason that led me to the lap of Jesus leaves me ashamed as well.  I ran there.  I ran away from a problem that was so huge, there was nowhere else to go. I found myself wishing that I’d run there every day in either my happiness or my sadness.

I’m sitting at the feet of Jesus now.  I’m listening to him speak—I seem so small here, yet significant.  His left hand rests lightly on my head and I can feel his electricity full of love and compassion.  He’s smiling at me, tears in his eyes.  I am mesmerized by his face.  The sound of his voice is as calming as the aroma cookies baking in the oven.  The sound of his voice drifts in and out of my head, steadying my heart.   His tears sparkle in the corner of his eyes and occasionally one runs down his cheek.  He is happy that I’m here. He’s been waiting a long time for me.

I sense that there is so much he wants to say to me. His words, however, are not rushed. They are gentle.  He stops speaking audibly and there is a beautiful silence that I recognize from my youth. When I close my eyes, I am standing outside in the woods behind my childhood home and there isn’t a soul around.   The wind is gliding through the leaves, rustling them slightly.   he sun has peaked through the tallest trees, hitting every other leaf on its way down to me. I’m overwhelmed as it seems as if the trees and rocks and the wind, the stream even… they all speak in their own way. I breathe deeply, inhaling the life that surrounds. Aware of my dream, I open my eyes again and I look at him curiously.   I know what he’s saying, yet his mouth isn’t moving and no sound is coming from him.  As I look into his eyes, I know what he wants me to know.  Pleasant and frightening at the same time.  He has always been with me, he has always spoken to me—somehow I lost my way.
We’re audibly talking again.   As he speaks, he moves his hands. I talk with my hands, too, but this is different.  My eyes fall on the wounds—I can see them and all of the sudden I am overcome with guilt and shame as I’m fully aware that those are my wounds.  What have I done?  Why am I here?  I don’t deserve to be this close. The pain that led me here pales horribly in comparison to his pain.  I begin to weep.  Sobbing.   Deep, guttural sounds that frighten me even though I know they are coming from within me.  I am so unworthy.  
But something really beautiful is happening now.  He’s picking me up.  He lifts me to his chest like a father lifts his injured child.  Yet he does it with such ease and strength.  His left arm is behind my back and his right arm under my legs as my limbs fall heavily over his arm.  My head falls against his chest and I’m still sobbing.  I can’t hold my head up.   e cradles me and I feel like a small child.  The electricity is palpable and then I hear it… 
He begins to sing to me.  It’s the most beautiful song I have ever heard.  I am completely broken in the arms of Jesus and he’s singing over me.  His warm tears have rolled from his beautiful face, landed on my face, and mingled with my tears. They fall one by one.  With each note he sings and with each tear that falls, peace slowly begins to surround my brokenness.  There isn’t anywhere else I’d rather be.  I’m safe here.  I’m loved here.  I’m forgiven here.  I don’t want to leave.   
 The LORD your God in your midst,
      The Mighty One, will save;
      He will rejoice over you with gladness,
      He will quiet you with His love,
      He will rejoice over you with singing. ”
 Zephaniah 3:17 (NKJV)

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Each weekday, Sunday School and Discipleship Ministries International (SDMI) meet for prayer. All requests will be presented to the staff, except those identified as confidential. We’ll pray for you, asking God to work and to extend grace and mercy...Read More

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