When I’m in pain, when my soul is in torment, all I want is a hug. A hug from a loved one to remind me that everything will be okay. That I still have people who love me.
I was outside the other day, listening to worship music and lifting up all my pain and hurt before the Lord, wishing it would heal and go away. It was then that this image played in my mind.
I was standing at the gates of heaven and Jesus was there. He came to me and wrapped me in a hug.
All I could think about was how this hug was so different from every hug I’d ever had. I couldn’t hold the sobs back. I leaned my head against his shoulder and just let it all go. All the junk I’d been holding on to my whole life lifted from me as my tears soaked my face. This was the hug I had been waiting all my life for. The hug that gave ultimate comfort.
Jesus didn’t say anything, but he closed his eyes and smiled softly. The Comforter. The Prince of Peace.
This vision is what reminded me why all my suffering is worth it. My reward will be all the greater. In Him, I’m worthy. By Him, I am loved. By Him, all my burdens will be lifted. I know that sometimes, it’s easier to write it than believe it, but the truth is the truth, no matter how painful.