Visiting the Throne Room

Peace. It’s something I’d like to wear as a garment all day long, every day. But let me be realistic. That doesn’t happen. Especially with my dramatic, melancholy personality. Some days I feel my blood pressure rising, panic on the edge of my nerves, and worry digging a hole in my stomach.

So frequently during the day, I have to visit the throne room and take a few minutes with my Savior to get reoriented. Here’s what I do.

I close my eyes and picture Jesus sitting on the throne in Heaven. Sometimes I even throw my arms around Him like a child would embrace her father. I remain in the throne room as long as I need—until I feel His never-ending peace wrapping around my soul again. And I return to the throne room as many times as necessary—even if it’s a hundred times a day.

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