The Throne

Note: To be honest, Revelation is a book that I haven’t read enough. It comes across scary sometimes but in a new Bible study God has revealed some unique things to me. This is one inspired thought that was born out of reading this great book.

Rattled from a day filled both with smiles and scratches she fell into her lounge chair. “If only I could have five..” before the words leave her lips or her heels flip off her toes she’s interrupted by a family member needing something. “Ok....I’m coming” she moans in automatic response. Later that night she melts into bed, remembering her makeup is still slathered on her face she decides to avoid any more breakouts she must peel her body from the bed and wipe away the day.  On her way back from the bathroom she sees her Bible on the side table. God’s Word she whispered-remembering a song she’d learned as a child.
It had been a busy a few weeks and between health scares and family scheduling she’d not refreshed her soul with even a verse in weeks. Eyes heavy with the need for sleep she sat on the side of her bed and flippantly opened the Word. Eyes glanced down to a verse almost burning  off the page. “Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.” Hebrews‬ ‭4:16‬ ‭
Help and need is all she could think of right now and even though she had known this verse her eyes filled with remorse at not clinging to it. She fell to her knees like a child by her bedside and began to pray. Sheepishly at first...her eyes heavy with fleshy weakness, her head leaned just slightly to her pillow. She begins with the words...”Lord, help me...”


She blinks in a jolt to stay awake and as she lifts her head she finds herself not in her room but in what looks like a temple, she knew she must be dreaming. She'd watched a late movie and this must be remnants of that film in her subconscious, but she walked forward. Seeing a magnificent curtain made of fine linen and probably as thick as a hand, yet torn. Curious, she walked through, thinking she'd find something old and ancient behind that fabric. Her heart pounding so hard it's almost audible.

The place is silent...until she moves forward and begins to hear rumbling. Rumbling like that of the fiercest thunderstorm. Flashes of light start to break into the dark hallway she’s wondered into and she now can see herself in blinks. Her feet are covered in black soot and her clothes look orphaned. She notices her feet are not only barefoot but childlike. This moment brings back memories of Summer, rain, mud puddles. The memories are only for seconds when she hears a noise that is like music, but it’s more like an orchestra of voices speaking. A door is before her, she sheepishly opens it, fearful of what might be ahead. Suddenly, bright lighting renders her limp. Falling to her knees as she had by her bedside, “Lord, Help Me!” she cries.  Her eyes open, looking down at what had been her tattered clothes and she's rendered almost blind by the reflection on her white garments. She stands slowly, looking at her feet, now gleaming on what must be gold tinted glass. The thunder and lightning still rolling but this is overwhelming wonder draws her forward. She begins to make out the vision before her. It is a throne, so large, so majestic, she throws herself to her face and feels as if she cannot look. Her heart, so heavy just minutes earlier and the view of her own dirty feet  haunting her-she' speechless.
A calm, love filed voice speaks gently to her, “Come boldly, my child”. That voice! Her heart leaps, she knows that voice! She leaps from her prostrate position and prepares to run what she’d thinks is at least a mile but when she jumps to run she is instantly in great arms. Arms that envelope her like no other she’s ever felt or even imagined. She springs with joy at the feeling of pure love, pure peace. She looks up into the gleaming face of her King.
As he wipes away tears she wants to ask Him something that was so heavy on her shoulders just as she was kneeling before her bed to pray, her concentration is broken by an object pressing her palms. She opens her fists and little stones are catching the light of His glory.  She is awestruck. “Diamonds?” she whispers in questioning wonder.
Not certain what to do with them, but compelled by her desire to give something to her King, she drops them right into His hands. He has made all things beautiful she thought. These diamonds-my burdens? But...
All those moments she’d carried, all those nights awake, all the earthly heartaches couldn’t be worth all of this?!
She melted down to the floor to His feet. Overwhelmed by His grace, love, and transforming power. Her pain was exchanged for jewels. Jewels so light, so beautiful, something to give Him. She wept. Not out of sadness but out of Joy for a God, A Savior, A High Priest who knows our affliction.

She lifted her head, she was back by her bedside.  Face still stained with joyful tears. Palms still feeling diamond impressions. Breathless She looked down at her Bible again: “For  we have not an high priest which cannot be touched with the feeling of our infirmities; but was in all points tempted like as we are, yet without sin. Therefore let us come boldly to the throne..”Hebrews‬ ‭4:15‬ -16a