“Let his left hand be under my head And his right hand embrace me.” -Song of Solomon 2:6 AMP
Father, I’m in one of those moments right now.
You know where I am and you come to find me.
It’s a place I’ve been many times since knowing you.
It’s the moment where my heart longs to sit inside a cozy cottage centered amid a jade glen with emerald climbing vines and flowering wisteria decorating the walls.
I want to enter into this place you’ve created inside of me. (Luke 17:21)
I long to gaze upon a burning, crackling and humming hearth and smell sage and cinnamon blending together. The vibrant flames of gold, orange, and ruby red glimmer and mix together like precious pieces of treasure–each beautifully unique and eye-catching.
I’m longing for your arms to embrace me.
I’m longing for your tangible touch again.
I’m longing to enter that sacred place in my heart where the Word becomes flesh. (John 1:14)
This holy place where heaven meets earth.
This special place where eternity enters time, and this shared space becomes divine.
I’m thirsting for this place where you set a table before me, where you enter my soul with words filling like the last Supper–your words are sweet bread to my tongue. (John 6:51)
Where my heart is poured upon with the fragrant oil of your Holy Spirit and He coats my skin with radiant love.
I long to rest in this place where incense covers the soil of my inner being like dewy mist in a lush garden.
Oh Abba, I desire you.
I wait for you like the watchmen for the morning. (Psalm 130:6)
I am sick with love. (Song of Solomon 2:5)
I seek to gaze upon your heart.
I seek to be hidden in the deepest alcove in your chest.
I desire to be secured inside the core of your being.
I want to walk with you inside of your heart.
In your heart I find the beauty of heaven and earth.
An immense beauty,
A glowing light.
A translucence more captivating than a million rainbows in a hazy sky.
A vast beauty more breathtaking than the expanse of every azure sea.
A mystery more spectacular than the starry constellations.
Your love is the safest place.
There is no fear in your love.
No worry.
No anxiety.
No stress.
No selfishness.
Your love for me is personal.
Your love for me is priceless.
Your love for me is the source of my life.
My security.
My surety.
My eternity.
My peace.
My harmony.
My self-worth is solid in your love.
Oh Father, I’m longing for your embrace.
For your warm arms to wrap around me.
I long to feel your heartbeat on my back.
To nuzzle my face under your chin.
To fall asleep wrapped up in you.
To be with you is to truly be free.
To be with you is to be with pure love.
“Surely I have calmed and quieted my soul; Like a weaned child [resting] with his mother, My soul is like a weaned child within me [composed and freed from discontent].” -Psalm 131:2 AMP
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