The forest and the field.

It's like a forest.

That you can instantly get lost within. 

Overwhelmed by the trees and darkness. 

Trying to walk but you stumble with every step. 

Always something in your path. 

The weight of guilt holding you down. 

You cannot even lift your head.

You deserve to be there anyway. 

This punishment is not even enough to make it up.

You look around but can see no light. 

You turn around and around but there is no escape. 

But this is not where you belong. 

This is not where he is. 

And all of sudden you are being lifted out. 

"No" you scream "leave me here!" 

Your not worthy nor deserving of His Grace. 

The field that you find yourself in is vast. 

It's beauty stretched as far as you can see. 

It's light all around, everywhere you turn. 

The air is clean and fresh, filling your lungs with ease. 

There is but one tree where you will go and meet him. 

Where you will rest and he will refresh. 

Where you will open your heart and he will speak into it.

Where you will be quieted to everything else and only his whisper resounds in your ears. 

Only the softness under your body. 

Room to move and space to dream.

The forest is the furthest thing from your mind. 

In the field though you do not deserve it. 

You belong there. 

In the field, in his Goodness. 

In Him.