I walked across the room, book in hand, only partly aware of my surroundings as I read.
And stopped in my tracks as the words unexpectedly jumped off the page at me.
“I used to feel that way,” I thought wistfully.
And just like that, it cleared, as a heavy, dark cloud dissipates in the wind and sunshine until it is gone.
And in its place is peace…
…and joy unspeakable.
You’re here! I see Your face! You love me!
Gone is the oppressive weight that covered my spirit and hid Him from me. I am free. Free and loved beyond measure.
What was this madness? These many malevolent lies from the accuser of my soul? Now I am angry that he tried to drive me from my Beloved, my only hope in life and in death.
Gone are the anguished, torturing questions. They don’t matter to me now.
I don’t need answers when I have You. It isn’t about me and my questions, anyway. It is all about You, Jesus. Your identity, not mine. Your purpose, not mine.
Gone is the hard shell of “No,” that had formed around me from my fear of more pain.
Gone is the fear.
What do I need to fear when You are with me, You were always with me, and You will always be with me? It is in love that You wound me, and it is by Your wounds that I am healed. Now I know that there is no hell that can separate me from Your love.
And He reached out His hand to me and said, “Come. I still have living for you to do.”
Yes, yes, yes!
I choose You, the One who loves me, the One whom I love.