conversations with the Son

by Alyssia McCloud

i remember being young. i remember singing loudly with my brothers to a gloomy sky, begging “mr. sun” to please shine down on us; to bake the day with his beams and likely create for us the ideal day for outdoor fun. as a child, i so ignorantly believed that the sun sometimes took days off - that he rested as the calm presence behind a multitude of clouds, storms and rains. 

then one day, when i was well into my womanhood, and my skies were as dark as tar; when rain burned portals into my flesh and my world was shaken by thundering blows of reality - i heard Him calling me. His voice was scratching through the darkness. His light was - searching for me. 

 i threw back my head - my tears mixed with the punishing rain; my eyes, wide open as i looked for my Caller; i let loose my tongue - called back to He Who was reaching toward me.

i realized that day, that the Son was more special than i ever imagined; that He was a greater presence than i believed Him to be as a little girl. that day, He sat with me in the storm - and i told Him about when it began to rain. He listened as i spoke and reminded me of the times when i would sing with my brothers - asking for His light.

He told me - He is never not present. He told me He was there when it began to rain, but just as i had called back to Him that day, i could call out to Him always - He would let me speak. He would let me unLYSH.

i closed my eyes to relish in that truth; in how wonderful it did feel to have His rays tickling my flesh; to know that i would never be without the Son. as i opened my eyes to meet His again, i found that He had soaked up the waters and planted kisses in my skin.

this is the day i learned of healing;

it comes from

conversations with the Son.

MEET ALYSSIA