No picnic bench today.  As I entered into worship in my sauna time, I slipped into a natural hot springs with my Lord.  It was in a beautiful setting.  We sat looking at one another, gazing without words.  He reminded me of my late husband David. We often would sit in silence, looking at one another, fully understanding what needed no words between us.  Sometimes he would slightly nod his head, as if to reaffirm it’s okay.  Sometimes I would be tempted to ask him what he’s thinking, but then would realize there is no need.  It was soothing to just sit together without chatter.  That’s the way I felt sitting in the hot springs with my Lord.

I leaned my head back against the edge of the bank and let the waters slowly glide across my body.  Healing waters.  Calming waters.

Then the Lord spoke to me, telling me that he wanted me to arrange for a foot massage.  “I would have you to tend to your feet,” he said.  “Your feet are tired. You’ve walked a long ways, and you have great journey yet ahead of you.  You need strong feet, soft feet, feet that will take you far.”

“Is that because I have to climb that mountain?” I asked.

“Would that make a difference?  Do you need a reason?  If it is because of the mountain ahead, does that mean you won’t care for your feet?  In protest?  In fear?”

“The thought crossed my mind,” I said sheepishly.

“So many questions. So many worries.  Stop and return your attention to the warmth and the comfort of the hot springs.  Let the waters wash over you.   And if you don’t want a foot massage, you don’t have to get one.”

“No, I’m down for the massage, Lord.  I guess I was just trying to stir up trouble.  Sometimes it’s hard to relax and my mind goes off on me.”

“I know.  Close your eyes.  And again, let the waters wash over you, calming and cleansing you.  I’m with you and you have nothing to fear.”