Jesus it has been a while since our last time together in word. Yet in living I have been very close to You of course out of deep need and dependence but it feels good to know You are there. Your evidences are sweet and encouraging. Abba Father I have to say You are so delightful how You showed up last time it still makes me smile.
Jesus I love feeling my new found confidence in You. You must be growing more faith in me to have this happen... it is really cool.
Want to go down to the river? We are on the south side of the river which is kinda curious for me. We walk along the stones on the river's edge and I love the sound and look of them, it is like the mountain rivers. It is a cool day, no sun is shining, and I cast my gaze around searching out comfort. HAHAHA... there is the couch we used to always meet on complete with blankets right there beside the river. I am still chuckling as we settle in... oh that is nice! On our left the river winds back and out of sight while on our right it is quite a ways down before the river bends.
The stretch of water in front of us is so impressive. It quickly grabs our attention almost demanding us to take note of it's might and presence. The width is considerable here and although it doesn't seem very deep I know that further out it has cut away the earth on it's course and this is where it's might is the strongest.
We are bundled up in old quilts and I rest against Your side, Your arm around me.
How are You Jesus?
I ask aloud, as if it is necessary. With the arm that is around me You reach and hold my hand and start idly playing with it.
It is good to be loved.
I hum my response.
Love in action takes so many forms and every time it's power is felt or released it's like the sigh of completion. Loving with our love is right, intended like a puzzle piece fitting just right and it is just so devoid of any selfishness that it cannot be anything else but what it is, true love given in the freedom of my Spirit.
I like You.
Lol... I like You too.
I push off the blankets with a big grin and hold out my hand to You. We start working together along the shore in the delight of creativity. Like anyone immersed in a project time holds no meaning and excitement builds as by trial and error we decide how to build our message. Often our work is punctuated by laughter and the low hum of conversation. We comb the river's edges for just the right rocks and cast offs. Pretty soon it starts to emerge which only fans the flame. Pretty soon we've rolled up our pants to wade into the water to 'get that rock'... and being in shirtsleeves is nothing. One time while You bend over to lift that rock I come and bump You, interrupting You to give You my heart in the grin on my face. I wrap my arms around You tightly and then just as quickly we get back to our work. A little more laughter is heard now. At one point You come and sweep me up in Your arms and show me what You are seeing. More delight and laughter.
I suppose most of the day is gone now but what a day... Somehow in the color of rock and wood the stark message stands out boldly against the common gray and blue river rocks. It reads Come and KNOW Me... a radiating sun comes out behind the word 'Come' and waves and ripples of water run out of the 'KNOW ME'... Our couch is now just close enough to the artful words that it obviously is apart of it. As night descends so quickly here we are all too soon covered in the dim of twilight and then night ... except ... to the right and just behind the couch shines a warm yellow light that bathes the scene in welcome tones. Huh a floor lamp in the middle of the mountains... love it. It is just perfect Jesus! We laugh again and settle in to listen to the music of the water and rocks.
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