That Night the Word of The Lord Came

He came quietly, with determination in His steps toward the silent figure of His Beloved Waiting One.

She lay sleeping, dreamless, exhausted and alone . Evidence of her most recent heartbreak etched vividly upon her brow.

'O afflicted love, lashed by storms and not comforted ', He whispered in her ear. 'I have come. My fair one, come away with Me, the winter is past'

This Living Word made flesh breathed into Beloved a fresh promise and He kissed her into a new awakening.

'Arise, come, My darling, My beautiful one and come away with Me.'

Beloved bowed low before her King in joyful surrender to His invitation.
Fresh Oil for her lamp.New sparkling crimson jeweled slippers, reflecting brilliantly the passionate path of intimacy and love He now set her feet upon.

Radiant garments, dazzling with golden thread set with pearls of purity and holiness. She knew these were cut from the same cloth as His own. As well, a covering mantle of tender compassion and humility designed to keep her hidden and low in the presence of the world she served in His Name.

Joy and Thanksgiving overwhelmed her heart. Their eyes locked in devotion, she heard a new song break forth triumphantly, swirling, rising, carrying them before the Sapphire Throne.

You are my song Jesus ! Show me Your Face. Let me hear Your Voice! You are all together Lovely and I delight to sit in Your Shade.

(Blog Journey feb.1/2005)

1:10 am.

The small girl child lay quietly sleeping, dreaming ? She cannot recall now. She cannot remember. Safety ? Trust ? Even the warmth of her little bed. All those memories are buried behind the wall she has erected to keep the silence.

But now - she has heard a new Voice beckoning her from the fortress of solitude she has called home for over sixty years. Deep within the recesses of her self made prison the shadows threaten to paralyze her again, to hinder her response to the Voice of her Beloved.

So many shadows, so many lying voices, so many chains wanting to keep her captive . Fear, the old master sits comfortably in control. He doesn't even need to threaten her now. She has learned the behavior necessary to stay alive. Even though she has longed for death to end her captivity, something makes her live.

Shame and worthlessness witness against her, whispering accusation.

Innocence shattered, unspeakable terror, dark and all encompassing pain.
Her mind fled, her heart died , her soul swallowed up in devastating sorrow.

She wants to go back, to remember what it was like to feel safe. To feel loved. To belong to God. To trust. To sleep a healthy sleep.

Instead a gnawing hunger seems to force her to feed the terror and the pain. Counterfeit appetites only seem to fuel the consuming void where her heart lies hidden. The place reserved for Love . A Safe Place. A Loving Heart.

Awakening ! Jesus ?

Revelation stirs the promise of restoration. Holy Presence approaches gently , the invitation to Come Away settles upon her suddenly hopeful heart, tenderly urging her to finally leave this place of loneliness and despair she has built around herself.

You have purchased me Lord ? You make all things new ? Even me ?

Yes Jesus ! I am Yours alone , and this surrender is sweet and merciful.