The last story of the year for Write, Edit, Publish is based on the song, ‘The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face. One of my absolute favorite songs of all time. This song can mean so many different things to people. My take is below.
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Tagline: Love, acceptance, compassion.
Absolute love and acceptance. I hadn’t expected this. I was raised in a strict Christian religion and hadn’t gone for years. Yet, despite all my mistakes, there was no judgment. Only love. Love permeated the core of my being.
“I had a baby,” I said.
He smiled. “Yes, my beloved. Your son is healthy.”
“A boy.” I was old school and wanted to be surprised.
“You have a choice,” Jesus said. “You can stay or go back.”
“Oh…” to stay in all this vibrant beauty, unconditional love, and acceptance. But…”I have a baby.”
He nodded, accepting my choice.
Eleanor heard the beeping of the monitor before she opened her eyes. And, the memory. The sweet, sweet memory.
He stood before her, his robes glowing with white brilliance, her savior. His smile filled her with peace and love, deep and all-consuming. Then she heard the monitor.
Eleanor opened her eyes to a room full of medical equipment lit with fluorescent lights. Her husband was sprawled in a chair, head back, mouth open, snoring. He hadn’t shaved, and his face was splotched with whiskers too dark to just be a day’s worth. How long had she been dead?
Yes, she’d been dead. She was sure of it. Her memories of heaven were too complete and more real than this world.
“Josh.” Her mouth was dry, and it came out like a squeak. “Josh,” she said again, a little louder.
He jerked, opened his eyes, and then sat. Fear creased his brow, and she watched as it smoothed and then a smile. His smile. The one she fell in love with on their first date years ago.
He stood and came to her taking her hand. “You’re alive. You made it!”
“I am. I did. The baby?” She didn’t care about anything else at the moment. It’d been a struggle to get pregnant. Years of trying only to lose several babies until this one.
Josh bent and kissed the back of her hand. Then, grinning, he said, “It’s a boy. He’s perfect.”
“I know,” she said.
He didn’t act surprised. “I’ll tell the nurse to bring him.” Josh hurried out the door.
He was back, followed by a nurse who checked her vitals. “You’re a miracle,” the nurse said.
“I died,” Eleanor said.
“Yes,” the nurse answered. “Dr. Allen worked hard to save you.”
“I want to see my baby,” she said.
The nurse nodded and left. Shortly afterward, she was back pushing the hospital crib. Once there, she lifted the tiny bundle and nestled him in Eleanor’s arms. Everything slipped away as she gazed at her newborn’s face. Perfection in each detail, from his tiny nose to his eyebrows and mouth. Her body seemed to glide, and the room, nurse, and even Josh faded. She stood once more beyond the veil in a lush and vibrant garden. Love surrounded her. Acceptance and tenderness. Her baby boy opened his eyes, and she lifted her gaze to Jesus.
“My baby,” she said.
He smiled and touched the infant’s forehead. “Blessings on you both.”
“I give him to you.”
“I promise to always be with him and with you.”
Then, she was back in the hospital. The nurse was gone. Her heart was so full of love that she thought it would burst.
“What shall we name him?” Josh asked.
They’d been talking about a few different names. “Peter,” she said. It hadn’t been one they discussed, but it felt right. In fact, everything felt right.
“Peter,” Josh repeated. “It fits.” Then his fingers ran along the baby’s face, just as Jesus had done. Their baby smiled.
“We must go to church,” Eleanor said. “But maybe not my old one.”
If Josh was surprised, he didn’t show it. “Which one do you want to attend?”
“I don’t know.”
Josh leaned forward and kissed her, then he said. “We’ll figure it out.”
Word Count 648.
I’ve been watching near death-experience videos under Destiny Image on YouTube. What strikes me is how people relate the love of Jesus and his face. I remember the first time I looked at my daughter’s face after she was born. My heart swelled with love. I thought she was perfect. So, it seemed right to combine the two.
I hope that you will find encouragement in this story in some small way. Nancy
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