I’ve sat and pondered half the day, not knowing what to say. What to write? So much expression held within. Pacing the room, around and around, I come to only one conclusion fellow readers and that is to invite you into the throne room that has become my abode it seems. So much has been poured into me. I seek empty vessels to pour out into. This is Jesus’ heart. It is not to be contained, but shed abroad.
Are any of you out there “so hungry for the Presence of God” that you are beside yourselves? If so step in. I did not ascend the mountain in vain. I feel your hearts. I hope you will not just remain where you are but that you will choose to enter in. I came to share perhaps the greatest story ever told; for those to who choose it’s fullness to behold.
Jesus, I seem to be losing myself in You.
Beautiful beyond description and too marvelous for words, you are.
Beyond the grasp of my comprehension there is nothing I have seen or heard that can begin to compare to what unfolds and is eclipsed within the moments I spend with You.
Time passes while all around me in fleeting moments activities and conversations unfold that do not encompass who You are. How can men and women make light of One such as You, because the things they value seem more important to do?
Who can grasp your infinite wisdom that so far reaches beyond my wildest dreams and imagination?
Who can fathom the depth of your love which has no bounds in which it’s habitation cannot touch.
You are beautiful beyond description and in awe; what can I say, what can I do?
Majestically enthroned above and beyond every description of conceived conception; I lose sight of who I thought that I was. Only Your every Word that You have spoken to and over me, I hinge upon.
Behold as I stand, in awe of you, having no words; only a heart that is gaining a knowing of being truly and genuinely loved for the first time and perhaps yearns to love with the same intensity.
Yet who can receive such a measure of love unless they can lose themselves in You such as I have managed to. All I did was let go of life as I conceived it to be. Then it was only You and me Jesus. And now how do I share this; what You and I have? I feel invisible to their eyes. Can they hear Your Words through me? Only You truly know the answer. Tis’ not my business to know. I must simply go and be as transformed from this Holy place. I just don’t how this is to be. I am totally free, sent in Your likeness now to be.
As the wind blows and lists about, who can conceive it’s source?
People don’t seem to understand me, unless they can see you. I write of you but who among mortal man can truly hear or read the heart that beats behind the words I type or pen?
I live for You. I left my heart on Your altar as a living sacrifice to be consumed in Your presence, for I am not my own. You seek a resting place. I open to You; what more is there?
You bought me with the greatest and ultimate of price. For that; You suffered beyond what any one here on this earth could even begin to comprehend.
I am undone. Where the mind ends, and life truly is begun. I’ve lost my mind it seems. So that Your’s may rule and reign in this temple; what does this mean?
I am Yours now and I know not what follows or what remains.