Dearest Reader,

   I am excited to share this month's of journals with you (I'll be hardpressed to only post one a day).  For whatever the reason they seem significant somehow. I hope that you are able to meet with Jesus and I... He just kind of changes your life forever when you hang out with Him. 

...June 8/11

                            Jesus I want to laugh and walk with You.

 

   I want to sit on the shore of a big old lake as the sultry colors of evening fades into the inky darkness that is only punctuated by twinkling pin pricks of light... talking and listening , sharing everything inside with one another. Jesus I want to say Your Name out loud just so I can hear it answered with Your voice. I want to feel the thrill of a touch or the catch of my breath at that look. When an expression can not even come close of what is teetering within on the knife edge of a most messy revelation. The release, escapes in bursts of laughter, cause the only other thing would be tears.

   In front of a fire we sit when that lull comes stealing every sound but the snapping of the fire. In moments like these, it's like my soul is desparately trying to catch up with what is happening... in the realization of whose I am I can't seem to string even two words together let alone drag in a breath without feeling the stifling pull of heaviness... the Holy awe sinks deeper with a humbling that cannot be expressed. I close my eyes and feel the warmth of the dancing flames on my face. The breeze has claimed it's night hold on cooler air, heavy with the smell of dew... a renewing. Whenever the flames momentarily disappear the quick fingers of night reach out and touch my skin. And although the fire tries to cocoon me in a world of warmth and light I become more and more aware of what seems to be awakening around me. Even creation around us knows of Your presence and everything is sharper and clearer. The song of the frogs and crickets. The call of the night hawk. The brilliance of the stars and the moon waltzing with the passing clouds proudly casting shadows around us. And underneath it all is the faithful song of the lake lapping upon the rocky shore.... over and over... " Holy and Faithful One, Holy and Faithful One... " And still You sit. With an incomparable, patience You wait for me to gather myself enough to look at You once more. The only thing that pulls me away from Your eyes, is the smile that lights up in response to my look.