Those moments when He is there.
His presence is thick like a fog. It encompasses me. It calms me. It affirms me. It brings peace. joy. hope. love. real love. desire. passion. It renews me. It strengthens me. It makes me whole. Again.
All at once. Yet each healing is specific and intimate.
My soul is bubbling. I start to panic. I feel the need to repay. To prove that I want what He brings.
I want to share this with someone. I want to speak words and usher in the healing that He gives me so readily. So completely.
Yet He pauses me. He makes me to lie down in green pastures.
Be still. Be silent.
This is for me. This is my time with Him. He only wants me. He is captivated by me.
Stop rushing. Stop working. Stop trying.
He is for me.
He reminds me of His love for me. A love story unlike any other.
I sit captivated by Him.
My love is deep.
His is deeper.