the white room

Sept 13/12  Journal entry.

   Hello my dearest Jesus, this has been an amazing day. Once again I relish in the quiet of the house and getting so many things accomplished but it seems that even in this you bless me for I also have had time to sit and enjoy reading or the like. Thank You for this blessing of much peace and delight.

   Jesus what can I do for You today? What can I do to bring a smile upon Your face and contentedness to Your heart?

   I would love to be in a white room with You. Every object white with a seemingly unending supply of paint, of color rich in emotion and storytelling.  However, this time with You would be unlike any other time... for where I normally hesitate and plan and doubt my starting point I would, in contrast, be free and alive with purpose!  Some paint would be splashed upon the walls while other colors put on with the precision of a brush loaded with paint and eager to make a mark.
   I would laugh out loud at times in the rapture of the moment and be silent and thoughtful in others. I would look to You often to share this time together. I would see and feel You in the work. Where colors are running down and mixing with others in swirls and lines. I see You giving depth where I could not, nor could I imagine it... in shades and tints. We both work industriously together, side by side and with such intent that we use our hands as our instruments. Little regard is given to the back splash of paint and of cleaning our hands in between colors... we too have become apart of this creation!

  As with other experiences, this is one I cannot explain adequately what I feel nor do I have a clear definition of what I see... this really is a time of sharing our souls with one another. We now sit in the middle of the room back to back knees up taking it all in. Seeing what Sarayu has added and the messages and love it speaks. We quietly hold hands. And it is good. :)