He nudged me out of bed last night. Deep in darkness, and down on my knees. Lifting His Name up from the whispering floor lips. Whispering His Name. Sacred. My smallness reaching to touch the very face of God. The Lord. Mine.
We meet, and as I fall into Him, all that is ruffled becomes smooth. All that sin is washed, cleansed and scrubbed down by His promises. His passion all those years ago, when he was thinking of me on the hill of Calvary,and His passion tonight. Setting this life on fire. And I just rest in that. In Him. In this. Time slowed down just for us tonight.
Just for worship here,
Bernadette
listening
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