Knocking

My sweet sweet friend, Kim, told me about a dream she had one night and every time I think about it, it sends goosebumps all over my body. Because Kim is such a an amazing writer and put her dream in words, I thought I would share it with you. Please take a moment and read this story and I pray that you can hear The Knocking.

I crouched down to hide, not wanting to see who was outside my door. I kept it locked and hid from the stranger while I listened to the gentle never ending knocking. Fear of this unknown person outside consumed me and I clenched my eyes tight wishing he would go away. Yet.. the knocking never did stop. I finally caved and opened the door and there on the other side of the door was my father. His smile became the comfort of my soul and His arms wrapped around me becoming the shelter I was longing for. He whispered, "Child it will be okay. I am here, I have always been here- patiently waiting. You're safe now."