decide

I

want

to 

have

lunch

with

JESUS!

 

i pack

a light lunch 

and head out.

As i walk

looking down 

at the shells 

on the beach

i notice

they are all

beautiful

new shells.

No barnacles

or tiny pieces

just

gorgeous

shiny gifts.

this bothers me

because 

i don’t feel shiny

and i

am

imperfect…

where are all

the broken shells

i love so much

i wonder-

 

i keep walking 

and begin singing-

“going to the chapel

and i’m 

going to meet Jeeeesus…

gee He really loves me

and I’m going 

to meet Jeeeesus

going to the chapel

of my faith…”

 

I place my blanket

upon the hard sand.

my view to the east

is the churned up

at low tide

Atlantic Ocean.

to the west,

is the white steeple of 

Club Zion Community Church.

as i enjoy my lunch my eyes

begin to water…

logically

i know it is

from the NE wind

whipping at my face, 

but my soul knows different.

soon

i am weeping

in praise

of HIS grace.

i am being washed

of my sins 

and feel 

an unfurling of weight

being lifted.

and then i hear it…

 

HIS VOICE

 

so soft

i still even more

to hear HIM…

 

“come into my chapel, Sheri

I am here waiting for you

come and sit beside me

i am

nowww embraaacing

allll of

your worries

lifting

all of your sooooorows

Sheri, 

Come sit 

in the chapel with me…”

 

i lie down and begin to remember

the many sanctuaries 

placed upon the path of my life.

closing my eyes 

the center of my Nautilus appears.

i breathe in and out

the essence of Jesus

and the strength of my faith,

knowing with God

as my center

am

balanced.

I pack up my lunch 

knowing life is calling 

and begin my journey toward home.

My feet,

at a much slower pace

as i walk north

my eyes searching

for barnacles…

I find pieces of 

Sand dollars

scattered everywhere

i look

they remind me of the 

legend of the

sand dollar

of the birth

and death of Jesus

found in this

lowly 

shell.

my vision

is much clearer now

with the sun upon my back

i pause

and allow

the cool waters

to brush across my feet…

as if i have crossed a border

the sand dollar pieces disappear

and

broken ones begin to emerge.

this tells me

i am walking the right path,

which is strong

steady

and chosen

by God.

HIS love

and

forgiveness

bless my life 

giving me knowledge

that my faith

will see me

through any storm.

Lunch with Jesus today

stripped away

my lost sadness

and renewed

my soul.


Sheri Stewart is a Florida-based acrylic artist and writer. Her journey of faith and growth, writ upon canvas and journal. Sheri is married with five children and her two golden doodles Finn and Reed are often by her side.

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