As I sit here eating peanut butter soup reminiscing of the times I've had in the Onething Internship, I can't help but feel a desire for hiddeness. A longing to only be seen by the eyes of the Lord. I want to be veiled from man's eyes, opinions, thoughts, judgments and requirements beating down on my soul. Fitly set eyes like doves, pure, unadulterated, affectionate, jealous are the ones of God.
The glorious truth is that He never stops gazing on me. This may be a terrible, exposing reality for some yet for the vulnerable and aching heart this is life. The lovesick ones cry out from the wound of love requesting more, more, more. My Beloved, the One I love, Jesus, King of righteousness is who I fully give myself to. All of my actions, words, thoughts and motives are unto intimacy.
I don't love You nearly to the depth that I want. Come and set Your seal of love upon my heart, God. You hold all my affection. Be the flame inside me, awaken love. Keep me hidden in the shadow of Your wings.
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