My soul is like a harp, calling out to my Maker. To declare His beauty, majesty and mercy. My soul is made as a sacred space to commune with that which has no end, no words to describe, no limits.
In all of creation- from mountain scapes vast to the tiniest worker ant- my soul, my human soul, reflects and calls out to YHWH. The I Am that I Am made me for a purpose: to enjoy Him enjoying me fully and forever. This is a great treasure and a marvelous mystery.
Somehow man knows there's a lack. Within, there is an obvious break in this space. That's why man stumbles around in the dark, groping for affirmation, pleasure, thrills, money, admiration and the like. It isn't wrong to desire greatness and love, but its real source, the real fountain of life, is missing from the search.
The searching proves the lack.
The inherent need to be wanted and loved.
Soul scurrying to figure out what is lost and how to get it back. All this busyness presupposes a once unbroken communion with One greater, pure and bright.
Luckily, a solution came two thousand years ago.
But we're in denial.
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