...journal entry... Dec 1/11
Hey Jesus it is me. What a day. The only words I have for it is this... I love You and even though each time I am hit with the immensity of how much I do... I wonder also if it isn't more and more each time? How can it not be?
Jesus Jesus Jesus Jesus... Hmmm.
We are along the edge of a deep and very old forest... How curious is it that we have been ending up farther from the city lately? The river is close enough that I can hear it but I cannot see it. We must be near the edge of this wood because the light is still quite bright. I am standing upon the stump of an old, old tree that has been cut off about five feet above the ground. Wow, it is hard to collect my thoughts quick enough to write...
At first You are below me on the ground watching me and laughing with me. I send up a big ol whoop and then as I start looking around I stretch my arms out wide and start singing again. Suddenly You are on a stump a ways away and have joined in with me but it is You singing melody this time and I get to sing harmony ... ahhh... so sweet. Needed that. I jump down and walk up to the stump closest to You... I climb up and sit on it continuing to join in with Your song. You sit down now too and we are close enough to almost touch. We sing to one another and I notice that a hush has descended around us. Which makes every note You sing even more true and sweet.
I slide off the stump now and lie down on the mossy ground littered with leaves of many colors. Quietly, You join me. We look up at the stark shapes and outlines of the trees against the sky which is gradually changing color. As day goes down to night something emerges from deeper in the wood. It is a lamp giving off that warm, yellow light that is very recognizable. I roll over on my stomach resting my head on my hands and I look to see what effect the light has on everything around it. All of a sudden what would be a source of fear... an unknown or looming shape in the dark becomes interesting, warm... even safe. As with the light of a sunrise, this light too, transforms the ordinary into deep beauty. It calls and invites. Even though I am quite a distance away I see that the smallest piece of light has managed to just barely touch the lump of moss right at my fingertips. I touch it and pause. I look up into Your face which is lit ever so slightly from the light... You are just so there... how could we not see You? A soft smile lights up Your eyes and as You lean on one arm watching me. I am overwhelmed by Your gentleness and the purity of all You give.
Hey Jesus it is me. What a day. The only words I have for it is this... I love You and even though each time I am hit with the immensity of how much I do... I wonder also if it isn't more and more each time? How can it not be?
Jesus Jesus Jesus Jesus... Hmmm.
We are along the edge of a deep and very old forest... How curious is it that we have been ending up farther from the city lately? The river is close enough that I can hear it but I cannot see it. We must be near the edge of this wood because the light is still quite bright. I am standing upon the stump of an old, old tree that has been cut off about five feet above the ground. Wow, it is hard to collect my thoughts quick enough to write...
At first You are below me on the ground watching me and laughing with me. I send up a big ol whoop and then as I start looking around I stretch my arms out wide and start singing again. Suddenly You are on a stump a ways away and have joined in with me but it is You singing melody this time and I get to sing harmony ... ahhh... so sweet. Needed that. I jump down and walk up to the stump closest to You... I climb up and sit on it continuing to join in with Your song. You sit down now too and we are close enough to almost touch. We sing to one another and I notice that a hush has descended around us. Which makes every note You sing even more true and sweet.
I slide off the stump now and lie down on the mossy ground littered with leaves of many colors. Quietly, You join me. We look up at the stark shapes and outlines of the trees against the sky which is gradually changing color. As day goes down to night something emerges from deeper in the wood. It is a lamp giving off that warm, yellow light that is very recognizable. I roll over on my stomach resting my head on my hands and I look to see what effect the light has on everything around it. All of a sudden what would be a source of fear... an unknown or looming shape in the dark becomes interesting, warm... even safe. As with the light of a sunrise, this light too, transforms the ordinary into deep beauty. It calls and invites. Even though I am quite a distance away I see that the smallest piece of light has managed to just barely touch the lump of moss right at my fingertips. I touch it and pause. I look up into Your face which is lit ever so slightly from the light... You are just so there... how could we not see You? A soft smile lights up Your eyes and as You lean on one arm watching me. I am overwhelmed by Your gentleness and the purity of all You give.
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