Last week I felt as if I was skipping through life. Dancing and spinning without a care in the world. Purely set my eyes on my Savior and lay in the grass and I talked casually in hour long conversations about everything, anything. How I adore him and the very ground He walks on. It felt like those first weeks of dating when you're absolutely swept away by every characteristic of this new person. Discovering the qualities that make this glow about you so pure. Treasuring each moment. How beautifully contagious. Yet, my Savior, he holds my heart in his steady and trusting hands. His perfect promises comfort me through all situations. Never letting out of his sight, out of reach, or our of a situation I can't handle. I couldn't help but smile and bask in his everlasting presence all week.
Although this fire inside still stays lit and the passion burns and longs still stronger than before, the weekend rendezvous came to an end. He allows us to experience his presence in such vast ways. But each day, my soul craves for the stillness. For I know He waits for me there. I find him in all places along side me and desperately long to worship him in all my actions, but as the room around me calms and I retreat into his love, He always comes when I patiently wait. Some times I wait longer times than others, but how can I rush my Healer and Saving Grace? This idea seems so foreign to me. As these weeks of preparation come, I pray I can dance so freely again even in the bustling of everyday life. All the distractions I'm afraid will quench my joy. I pray for the stillness and for ears to hear his voice.
Let my heart change and mold to his. He is the one worthy of constructing my very soul around.
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