“Unable to perceive the shape of you,
I find you all around me:
Your presence fills my eyes,
With your love;
You’ve humbled my heart,
For you are everywhere.”
-The Shape of Water
Think of yourself being completely submerged into water. Every inch of you being drenched, lavished and overtaken. There isn’t a place it cannot reach or touch. You can not escape its presence or the feeling of it on you. It forms to you. It becomes a part of you.
I desire a love like that. An overwhelming, captivating, water submerging type of love.
As I stood on that street corner eyes closed, worshipping the beautiful name of my Pappa, I felt him. A touch like never before. A presence so real. Overwhelmed with love and emotion the tears began to fall. Each tear representing all the years of yearning that I had waited to feel and grasp this type of love. A love that sweeps you off your feet. A Love that captures ever part of your being. A love that consumes you. A love that completes you. A love that makes you who you are. In that moment I felt his face pressed up against mine. I felt his warm embrace. I heard him whisper his love to me thru song…
“Oh, the overwhelming, never-ending, reckless love of God
Oh, it chases me down, fights ‘til I’m found, leaves the ninety-nine
I couldn’t earn it, I don’t deserve it, still You give Yourself away
Oh, the overwhelming, never-ending, reckless love of God”
I chose to open my eyes, fully expecting to see nothing other than the crowds around me, but instead I laid my eyes upon the loving grin of the special needs man that had his face pressed up against mine and was embracing me with his arms. He turned to look at me, gave me a gentle kiss on my cheek and off he went. I felt Pappa say ‘ Oh how I love you and how proud I am of you all’. This man went on to love on each and every one of our group. Never did he lay hands upon someone who wasn’t with us. He carried joy and love thru his smile and soft touches of affection. This man was an angel. An angel sent by our heavenly Father to let us know in that moment in the midst of chaos and darkness that he saw us, that he loved us and that he was so proud of us for walking out in obedience to him and for looking like fools for the sake of his name to be heard.
After this moment we never saw him again. I dont know his name. I dont know where he came from. But I am so thankful that he came.
But he always comes doesn’t he?
