Tuesday, February 08, 2011

Talk to me, Abba.

My love for you is poetic. My desire for you is beyond your ability to comprehend. Retract your love for things that do not matter. Come away with Me. Just Me. Don't come after Me with an agenda or a check list or an empty basket that you need filled. Come to Me just to be with Me. Come and rest. Lay down all of the things that burden and concern you. Lay down your needs. Resist coming to the table with all of your unfulfilled longings. Quiet yourself and enjoy the richness and decadence of My love. Be yourself with me. Relax and linger in my presence. You will find yourself completely satisfied though you have seemed to have eaten nothing. Come with me.

"You, LORD, hear the desire of the afflicted; you encourage them, and you listen to their cry,"
Psalm 10:17
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