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Emily began writing short stories and poetry as a little girl, entered the blogging world in her early 20's, and recently released her first book, Yielded in His Hands (eLectio Publishing). She enjoys being a stay-at-home momma while still being able to freelance write. Believing she has been forgiven of much, she loves much, and desires to point others to Christ and His redemptive and transforming power. If you would like to connect with Emily or learn more about her book, you can visit her website: www.emilyrosemassey.com

Take Me Back

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Emily began writing short stories and poetry as a little girl, entered the blogging world in her early 20's, and recently released her first book, Yielded in His Hands (eLectio Publishing). She enjoys being a stay-at-home momma while still being able to freelance write. Believing she has been forgiven of much, she loves much, and desires to point others to Christ and His redemptive and transforming power. If you would like to connect with Emily or learn more about her book, you can visit her website: www.emilyrosemassey.com

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When I was about seven or eight years old, I remember being asked to do a visualization exercise in Sunday school. The teacher asked the class to close their eyes and imagine being with Jesus.

“What do you see? How do you feel? What are you and Jesus doing?” she asked rhetorically.

I closed my eyes and saw myself wearing a white dress, standing in a field of wildflowers with Jesus. He reached out His hand to me, as if to ask me to run with Him. With my tiny hand in His, we ran through the flowers laughing.

As I write these words, tears form in my eyes because that little elementary girl had no frame of reference for that vision and had no idea what it was like to be close to Jesus like that, yet God downloaded this prophetic picture into my young heart.

It’s not just that fact that tears begin to flow, but the amazing news that the little third grader grew up, heard the glorious gospel for the first time and met that Jesus personally at sixteen years old and would finally grab a hold of His hand and run with Him at 22 years old. Although it may have taken awhile to finally run with Jesus, what matters is that I am now and that I haven’t looked back.

It’s crazy to think that over twenty years have passed since that memory in Sunday school, yet it is still etched in my mind, and recently the Lord put His finger back on that encounter with Him in a very divine way.

I reconnected with a dear sister in Christ over coffee a couple weeks ago and she began to share a very special memory of her and Jesus when she was young, living in the country- enjoying being alone with Jesus in the middle of a field. Immediately, my mind revisited my vision that I had many years ago.

Wow, God.

I am still trying to wrap my mind around what God has been speaking through this similar encounter. There may be many layers to it, but one thing I have been focusing on is what that vision I had 20-something years ago means to me and to the Lord.

Innocence. Purity. Peace. Rest. Joy. Intimacy with Jesus.

Why a field?

We can stand in the middle of a wide-open field with Jesus and experience total freedom from all of the cares of the world.

No distractions. No burdens. No earthly possessions to possess our affections.

So I am asking for the Lord to take me back to that place that He showed me when I was young. It’s in Him that we can live in that kind of peace and rest. I know that. But of course, it is so much easier said than done, and I know I have definitely drifted and have entangled myself in the distractions of the world.

Noises caused by materialism, worldliness, and worry.

My desire to turn from those distractions doesn’t come from a place of self denial for self righteousness or religion’s sake, but from a place of love for God.

To know Him more. To be close to Him. To experience His love alone that fulfills every aching need to belong and find my rest.

So here is my prayer:

Take me back…

…back to the beginning…

…where my heart desired just being with You, Jesus- in a field of wildflowers, running hand in hand with You.

I never had that kind of peace or purity when I was young that I can remember.

It’s what You always wanted for me and still desire for me to have whenever I want.

To run away with You and escape from all earthly distractions. 

To breathe You in. To feel Your peace and rest.

Time may have passed, but the way You see me, the way You love me has never changed. And it never will.

In the day we live in, especially in America, it is so intensely difficult to find that “field” and stay there for awhile. So much is pulling at us for our hearts and attention. It is so easy to get distracted from His gaze and break free from holding His hand even for a moment of self exploration.

I have come to realize that as children of God we must fight to find that “field” and fight to stay there. It is imperative. It is absolutely crucial for our souls and for our spiritual development. The devil wants nothing more than for us to stay as far away from the “field.”

But I have a resolve so deep in my heart that nothing is more important to me than going back to that place with Jesus that God showed me as a little girl.

I am finding my way back and it is so beautiful.


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Check out more of my blogs on www.emilyrosemassey.com! Also, visit my website for more information on how to stay connected with me, as well as info about my book Yielded in His Hands- now available on Amazon.com!

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