Filling in the picture of my summer ... journal entry July 18/10
Hi Jesus... this morning, was again, a time redeemed and touched by Your hand. Thank You, I know only You could have made this happen. You are merciful and tender indeed. We must have that soft spot in Your heart. :) Whew.
How wild was it to have Don and Dorothy come for the morning service. And even though it wasn't a full blown potluck ... how good and appropriate it was to share a 'little'. Irma's testimony was so moving. I could almost feel what she spoke about... literally screaming for You when she could not breathe. Hmmmm.
So wanna hang out? Yah I know. :)
Where are we? You know, it's kind of exciting to type those all too familiar words out anymore... cause I know that You come and take me. I am... (think about that Reader) coming to the place where I KNOW that when I ask that He faithfully takes me to be with Him.
I cannot see where we are because I cannot look away from Your face. The music that rips through my soul and emotion comes out of the depth with which I want to love You. I want to see and feel and KNOW and return the absolute look of love that You just are and radiate constantly. If my love can reflect any of what I see then I am so thrilled. Jesus I love You.
You put Your arms around me and pull me in... in Your way. You hold my head against Yourself and it is as if time stands still for there is no rush for anything but to just be together. We being to dance at times together and at times apart with abandon and in the light of life and love. With arms out wide, we spin circles and throw our heads back to laugh the deep laugh of the soul.
As we walk out into a desert place I hang on Your arm and cannot seem to be close enough. The sun is setting yet it holds a heat that relentlessly radiates out. I hardly notice, however, for I am holding the hand of a Holy and Divine God. The shadows eventually lengthen and a coolness starts to settle in. We climb to the top of a great hill... the rock is very warm to the touch and so beautiful in it's orange and red hues. We sit on it's smooth peak and again look out and soak up all that is being said by what we see. The absolute stunning display of color across the sky, the moods of rock, cactus and scrub brush slowly losing their features in the blue black of dusk. The soft sounds of the night starting to stir... a call, a howl... and that distinct and very real sound of silence. As the night robs our sight of what surrounds us we lay on our backs to watch the sky. You rest Your head on Your arms and I lay my head on You. Together, we drink in the glorious display of the heavens. Why the desert? Why not? True. Lol. You got to share a bit about the beauty of a desert place.. and then You got to see how your comment, you felt was so clumsily delivered, bloom and become seen by others. Yah. that was an extremely humbling honor, for I know she is not yet out of that desert place and to have the insight and conviction while there is definitely a touch of Your presence.
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