I turned to Jesus because my heart was breaking. He came immediately and cupped my teary-eyed face in His hands and touched my cheeks with His lips. Then He embraced me and nuzzled His face into my shoulder. I could feel His breath against my neck, warm, comforting.
I breathed of Him deeply and asked, “Is there something wrong with me? My heart is too fragile.”
He again held my face in His hands and looked into my eyes speaking in tongues which I didn’t understand. But it felt like He was instructing my spirit in a way that it would understand. Continue reading Rippled Water