In the Sandbox with Jesus

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Before I meditated yesterday I read a passage from one of my inspirational books.

“As you pour yourself into listening to Me, I want you to experience My delight in you. Open your arms and your heart to receive My delight in full measure. Be still in this holy Light, resting in the assurance of My unfailing love.”

I closed my eyes, took several deep breaths and dropped into my heart, the place where Jesus lives. I told him how much I loved him and that I wanted to spend time with him, and him alone. The next thing I knew I was sitting in the sandbox with Jesus.

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He encouraged me to build something I wanted to create. I scooped up the sand and piled it high, then patted it firmly in place. When I finished He asked, “What is it?” I told Him and he smiled. “Continue building,” he encouraged.

I built one creation after the other, each time sharing my vision with Him. His eyes lit up like globes of light and he smiled with approval. Again, He encouraged me to continue building. “But the sandbox is full,” I replied. He fanned his arms open showing me an ocean of sand, no walls, no limitations. The wooden border had vanished.

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I got busy building again, some creations were small and some were much larger.

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Watching my hands in action and listening to my chatter about what I planned on creating, He started laughing out loud.

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Then… He began rolling around in the sand, like a child. Puzzled by his actions my hands froze and I asked, “Why are you laughing?” He sat up, his aura almost blinding and replied ever so sweetly, “Child, you finally understand that you have the ability to create your world. And that my child… is my greatest JOY.”

Why did Jesus meet me in the sandbox? Well, what do children do with sand? They create! Point well taken!!!

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