Love is weightless — it feels like I can do anything. Like I've gone deep, all the way down, and don't want to be rescued.
It's the freedom.
Perfect Love requires no performance. The costume falls away, my skin becomes transparent, I don't have to pretend any more.
It's the craving.
Never getting tired of it, wanting more and more and more until I wonder if my thirst for this Love will ever be quenched. If I'll always be this ravenous.
It's the intimacy.
The kind of Love that touches deep within my eternal heart, where the Spirit mingles and I long to reside there forever.
Like any relationship, this affair with Jesus takes work. It must be intentional. I know I must take trials and tragedy and not squander their potential for greatness in my life. Because in doing so, I'll discover the most ravishing love I've ever known.
He is my Lover, He has my whole, I am a part of His body. He waits for me outside His bedchamber, but there are nights I do not come. He does not hear my footsteps approaching. He waits still.
I am distracted. Idols of the flesh grab at me, tempt me away from my Love. They trick me into thinking my home, my work, my friends, my family are all-encompassing and that I have no time left for our affair.
On Sunday, Lover.
I stop visiting His bedchamber altogether. He waits still.
Soon I realize I've wasted them. The trials. They are but a vapor anyway, and I've blown them into oblivion with one quick gust of air out of my forgetful heart.
The lessons learned must be re-learned, because I forgot what mingling with my Lord felt like. I forgot it made me tipsy. I forgot it swept me up and took me in over my head. I forgot it was perfection.
I quietly whisper His Name.
And just like
I am back in His arms, reeling from the Love and forgiveness and butterflies in my stomach. Every moment with Him transforms my soul, I feel healing taking place as if I'm watching flowers bloom on fast-forward.
Life isn't so hard to bear when you're intimate with the One True God.
As the earth begins to feel the birth pangs, as the time draws near, I excitedly await my Lover's return. I allow Him to make my spirit His, mold it so it's how I need to be. To be with Him. To be His bride. To be one, forever.
Intimacy check: when was the last time you and the bible took a long hard look at each other? When was the last time your prayer left you breathless and tipsy? When was the last time you enjoyed the arms of Jesus?Leave a Comment