Meeting with Abba Father

Journal entry, Jan 6 /12... a most amazing meeting with the Father.

Abba!

   I run to our table and anxiously pulling out my chair. You very purposefully stand up and take those few steps to me, opening Your arms to invite me in. I move into them with a gratefulness that allows relief to melt all that weighs upon me. I don't really understand what I am feeling...
Hmmm... but you have come to the right place first. 
Yes.
Well done. I feel my face attempt a small smile.
It's alright you know. 
I do.
Come sit with Me. You release me with one arm, the other one guiding me back to my chair. You then sit me down and move Your chair right beside mine, pushing a steaming mug of sweetened coffee milk into my hands. I close my eyes for a moment trying to gather my wild thoughts and open them to Your eyes looking with such invitation into mine. 
I want to hear You.... please? I want to change and grow up some more. I want to be washed anew in our relationship, our connection, I want to love You completely. I don't think I can without coming to KNOW You more and have You fill me up.
True dat. 
HAHAHAHAHA who will ever believe You said that!!! Our laughter mixes together rich, deep and long at sharing this inside joke. Barely containing my laughter I try to get ahold of myself ... just a minute more. hahahaha. 
Suddenly I feel Your hand take hold of my chin, gently turning my face to Yours ... Your eyes almost burn with intensity
 I have heard you. The words resonate inside over and over as I grasp the immensity of what You have said.
I AM able and I will do as you ask. A sudden stab of fear flashes through me as I think about how easily I fail You.
But it is not what you do. 
No it is who I am... who You will make me. The Game of Minutes... the word game suddenly seems despairingly hollow, this is no game. Moment to moment I choose You Abba, I choose You. And when I fall down I will return and choose You again.
I AM in you and I stake my claim, My seal is upon you. You belong to Me and My Kingdom. I cannot get past those words... you belong to Me... My mind replays them as my thoughts try to catch up... You sound like Jesus... You sound like a passionate and jealous God that wins my heart over and over with only a glance, let alone words filled with such determined passion dripping with love. Ahhh... your hearing is good right now. I realize my mouth hangs open and I close it with a smile... my hands are clutching onto Yours I do not want to let go.