June 9/17... a journal to Jesus.
I want to return to You.
I will start with a return to journaling with You. I believe I need to remember my foundation of love for and with You.
Where shall we be? Yes...
Sitting in the glass-less and impossibly tall window frames we are able to swing our feet out and dangle them down the front of the sun warmed brick face of this building. The sun sits low enough that it no longer fights with fury but sits back and reminisces. The colors that surround this conversation add to the muted and mellow mood that spills a peace into those witnesses and partakers of it all. I look over at You and wonder what You might be pondering. There is such an obvious ease in Your expression and the broad smile that transforms all around You lights up Your eyes and mine as we share the moment. The breeze lifts and moves the sheer curtains in and out, which lends a holiness somehow while also making this place seem even more surreal that we are sitting where we are. To be a part of both something inside and outside from the dramatic vantage point of this floor.
This brings to my attention another fact; the empty room behind and the height of this building which leaves the outside beautiful but untouchable makes me realize that it is our position here that holds the importance. haha In a language that I am using currently I would describe it almost as a bridge... that place between, that is the connection point. This makes me chuckle and I turn myself, my back rests against the frame while one leg is in and one out so I can easily face towards You and share words in whatever form they take. You mirror me and in the absolute absence of needing to rush into anything, we look deeply at one another feeling the connection of being and cherishing it.
I wonder if I could take this now into sleep with me... to dream in Your presence. I would love to do that.... please?
Another smile lifts Your countenance and I close my eyes and rest my head back against the fabric and wood.
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