Part 2: By Still Waters
The Lion and The Lamb 2 Part 2: By Still Waters By: Jesse Dring As I lay there, dried by the warm sun shining upon me through the lush green leaves of trees that drank from the gentle creek that I lay beside, I labored to breathe from the dried fountain of tears of guilt and shame. A familiar voice asked, “My child, why are you crying?” I just laid there quivering, grasping at any kind of comprehension of myself, not able to answer. Somehow I knew if I could answer that question I would certainly be left in despair. “Be at peace, Child,” the voice said with commanding comfort. “You may have fallen, but I'm here to raise you up again; come and eat.” My body released slowly from its coiled position to being sprawled out on my back. I sought the will to get up as my eyes opened up to a mid-day sun covered by near translucent green leaves held mid-air by light brown twigs connected to a strong bough. My hands looked for the strength to grasp something to pull my weak body ove...