Thursday, May 30, 2013

May 30, 2013

"Keep me as the apple of your eye; hide me in the shadow of your wings" (Psalm 17:8)

Sunshine, quietude, brightness, contentment—like magical drops falling from heaven; showering my soul with many blessings. And this extraordinarily awesome brightness surrounding everything; enfolding me; pleasing the earth with joy and peacefulness and harmony.

The earth... it is like a heavenly cathedral overflowing with the presence of God. Every single warm, beautiful, generously giving light on our fair planet is reposing on my shoulders; brightening my eyes as it cleanses and purifies my soul and showers me with serenity and freedom, as it reconciles my soul with a broken self.

I open up my mouth so as to let that astounding light pour itself down my throat, and like some divine elixir it settles somewhere inside my ribcage. Now my heart beats with alpenglow and I know I’m not forsaken. I am loved.

An impression suddenly inhabits me. And the strange, yet marvelous notion that I am the apple of God's eyes settles, too, just like the light, in the deepest domain of my consciousness. I laugh. Like Sarah had once laughed. Such notion is too great of a notion to make it mine; make it personal, for what am I if not but a speck of dust before my Lord? Yet, I take it all in, I take that God's love goes deeper than the human mind can go, or understand and whoever touches me touches the apple of His eye—I am the pleasure of His heart; I am His little girl... I am I am!

This is my refuge.  Under the shelter of the Most High I hide.

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