To my Jesus... I am here tonight to just be with You... to love You. I am sorry for not loving You well... but as we sit here I know You know my heart.
Jesus may I take You on a walk? You raise Your hand and I gently take hold pulling You forward with me. Our path is dirt but wide enough for both of us .... just. The trees almost sing in the presence of You...They line the path on both sides but allow us to see in amongst them as dappled light hits the ground giving light to the most serene of settings that almost requires a Holy hush to enter it. The setting sun also catches their leaves making them sparkle with drops of rain still hanging on. The scent of the earth and every green and growing thing, the newness of life literally cover us in the perfume of the late afternoon shower that has just passed by.
I glance often at You, really... just in awe of being in Your presence, Your love that I can not possibly drink deep enough of. Your smile lights up as Your other hand reaches over to touch my face ever so briefly. The damp earth clings to our feet but we can still feel the heat that had soaked all afternoon into it ... it feels so good. We both take a moment to breathe deeply and then we start to laugh and I jump on Your back for a piggyback ride... just for a while. As You walk so easily down the path and down the slight hill I whisper in Your ear just how much You mean to me... how You fill me with such a deep delight that wells up and is uncontainable. I rest my head down on Your shoulder and close my eyes. You are Good. I give You my heart, my soul, my mind, my strength.
As we come into a clearing at the bottom of the hill I slide off Your back, grab Your hand and walk into the center of this opening. We slowly turn around taking in all we can .... there is no mystery here like on the path ... this is clear revelation... as pure as the light that washes over it. We move over to the rocks, no the boulders that are here and climb up. Settling in we are high enough to not touch the ground but not so high that we don't feel connected to all that surrounds us. I turn to You and start to sing. Not a melody I have practiced but one my soul knows intimately. Beyond my ability I sing and I sing it all out for You. I watch as at times You close Your eyes and at other times throw Your head back and laugh in delight and in receiving... I hear You hum the low notes and then a harmony that almost breaks my heart in beauty and I believe even creation responds to Your voice... colors more sharp, a tremble in the leaves, the slightest of turning to You... I now start to laugh and I cannot contain it even a bit. And then we are dancing ... around and around. So smooth, so perfectly. At times ever so close and then twirling and spinning. Freedom. Love. Freedom. Love. They intertwine like ribbons of complimentary colors... dancing on the wind like Your Holy, Holy, Holy Spirit. I realize we have stopped moving mid circle and are looking up transfixed... but it is at what cannot be seen by the eye... and yet we watch. Like time lapsed photography spilling out more beauty than can possibly be caught... color, movement, change... so much perfect beauty is being revealed that it starts to spill over... drops of color start to fall here and there... on my arm, my cheek. The rocks catch and try to hold it but it starts to slide down; even in a tangible form it cannot be held still. It flows... it reaches. Our eyes meet now and we finally are able to move. My hands are still in Yours but You now move me into Your arms like a protective embrace.
Hello Father.
In the deep low rumble the warm sound of Your voice comes... Ahhh... my child... Little One.
Had fun with You today Father... You made me brave... like You.
You liked that.
I hear the smile in Your voice and lean my head back to look up into Your face.
Yes I did. I adore You You know...
Yes I do
...and then You place Your hand on my head pulling me back in to Your chest.
I will follow You anywhere.
I sigh with the deepest of contentment.
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