Friday Flash Fiction (based on a true story)
There is that point in time. While you lay down to sleep. When you stop thinking. Its before dreaming but after wakefulness. It’s when amazing things happen. It’s … the drift.
It’s when your mind is allowed to think nothing. It’s when you can allow the Holy Spirit to minister to your soul. It’s when God reminds you that what He has done is good. The drift is the time that you hear the voice of the spirit saying ‘It was all for you.’ As you lie there and drift you hear again ‘You have been washed clean.’ And there you are, drifting, somewhere in time between being awake and asleep.
It’s a slight moment, some would liken it to a blink of an eye. That is all the time that is needed to hear God tell you, ‘You are deeply loved.’ And you drift again and hear, ‘I scarified Jesus so you could live free.’ You are nearly brought back from the drift with the awesome sounds but you choose to relax and bask in His glory. ‘Your sins have been forgiven, forgotten, removed. You start new, you start whole. Live from a position of victory,’ and the drift is over and you surrender to sleep.
In the morning you wake up fresh and new knowing that God has restored you, as you vaguely remember the drift.