I have been happy with my calling and place of observer in heaven. There was a certain distance to everything and everyone
that I enjoyed because of my life of isolation.
However, one morning I was whisked off to the most glorious bedroom I have ever seen. It was luxurious and rich in texture and
color. The curtains were a velvety purple Of the deepest royal shade. The bedspread was a deep, rich scarlet. Over the four-poster bed was a raw silk canopy of the richest sky blue color. The pillows were soft and gloriously inviting. The sheets were the most shimmering satin, thick and heavy. It was marvelous.
I found myself in bed with the Son Of God. I was His Bride and it was our wedding night. I saw the scars on His back and I ran my fingers over them, one at a time. They were wounds that had been cut deep into His flesh, and as I ran my finger over a scar I would ask Him, "What is this one?"
He smiled, His eyes twinkling with the deepest love overflowing His heart. He spoke ever so lowly, almost as if in a whisper. Love dripped from His words and voice as He said, "That one was for you."
I asked Him about scar after scar, and each time the answer was the same. His back was scarred with so many of whip wounds it
took a long time. I wept for weeks as the true realization of the crucifixion enveloped me. He had made it personal to me. For the first time I knew what it was He had sacrificed for me. ..and for you.