Something New

This post is based upon an image I formed in my head around Easter. I've seen other bloggers do this and decided I would give it a shot. Let me know what you think.


I stood crouching. The blade was still in my hand, the body was still at my feet. The blood. It was everywhere. My feet soaked in its pool, my clothes were entirely stained, my hair was drenched, my face, my hands, my arms, dripped of it. What had I done? While He embraced me, I killed Him. Ended His life in the most painful way possible. The one who loved me. I murdered Him.

I fell to my knees and sobbed remorseful tears. They mixed with the blood on my hands and fell on the ground, but it was not enough to wash away what I had done. My body heaved with the guilt and anguish of my actions. My chest contracted so I thought my body would implode. I wailed, but no sound or plea could take back what I did. I deserved retribution. Or worse.

I felt a hand upon my blood-soaked shoulder. A loving, tenderly placed hand. I turned and saw Him. The one I had killed. There were tears in His eyes, but they weren't for Himself; they were for me. "Do you think I couldn't have stopped you?" He asked. We walked away, to a large, strong, running River. He told me the river was called Grace. While He told me the story from His perspective, He bathed my body until there wasn't a trace of blood left. A new garment was placed over me. As I sat at His feet, He told me about love, forgiveness, and faith while He braided my hair. Hope and love filled my heart and a desire to do whatever He wanted.

"I have made you a new creation," He said in His sweet voice. "You are Mine and you are forgiven."