At Church last Sunday the Lord gave me a vision of my head resting on the "bosom" of Jesus.  It took me until yesterday to share it with my counselor.  It was such a powerful vision that I could no longer sing and had difficulty keeping my tears to a minimum so I wasn't causing a scene. It was saying to me, on a very intimite level that the Lord loved me and understood my sorrow and pain, that when he speaks to me it comes from his heart. 

So when I think of Maundy Thursday Lord's Supper celebration, it will never be the same.