The Lord and I had walked along side by side for too long. We continued on the journey together, my eyes fixed ahead Bible tucked in my arm.
Although comfortable with Him, a tension had been pressurizing within me. I finally reached a peak of agony as I tiptoed in my heels kicking through mounds of colorful leaves on our way along the path of life. The church bell rang out in rhythm with our steps as we approached the meticulously maintained church grounds. Our privacy soon to be interrupted, I could bear it no longer. Reversing my direction, I stepped over directly in front of Him.
Face-to-face now, His robe enveloped my frame in the breeze. I took hold of Him firmly by the shoulders as my Bible and sweater crunched into the leaves below. I swung stray hair from my face. Staring up at Him I cried, “I cannot stand this formality. I cannot stand just walking along beside You!”
I kicked off my heels eyeing Him on my bare feet. “Don’t You understand? All this routine, churchy-churchy do another Bible lesson and sing another chorus and pray another prayer is no more than superficial fluff to me –without a mind-blowing relationship with You!”
Releasing my grip on Him I fell into His chest, wrapping my arms around Him so tight I heard Him exhale. “You are Mine,” He whispered. I gasped and squeezed Him even tighter pressing my cheek into His shoulder as a flow of hot tears broke forth. One after another they bled into His robe.
I lost words as He fixed His arms firmly around me. Shortly I broke into a misty smile of relief as His embrace seeped through me in nourishment to my soul. It welcomed me home.
and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.