“You can’t get close to someone you don’t trust,” a friend said.  Her words carried that ping of truth.

Tears pooled in the corners of my eyes. I’d just described to her a scene I’d envisioned while praying. In the scene, Jesus sat on the high end of a teeter-totter. His face glowed with warmth and mirth. I was a young wisp of a girl, sitting on the low end, balancing a huge globe on my lap. The heavy world kept my end of the plank firmly on the ground.

Jesus said, “Let’s play!”

He meant for me to push up my end. The extra weight on my side made it seem impossible…Continue reading