My journal is filled with poetic words that have flown from spending intimate times with Jesus. I call that space “The Secret Place”. And I fondly call my writing poems, though they lack consistency and rhythm. The words are from my heart.
I highly value sharing Jesus from the lens of my eyes and heart because it looks different than anyone else’s. Here is a piece of that writing- I hope you grasp a new side of Jesus and are encouraged to dig deeper into His character. Enjoy!
[I hope to be sharing more and more of these pieces during my 3 months on the field.]
I find myself breathing deep
My face in the Lion’s mane
I hear the King laughing
Deep and pure
Powerful and welcoming
Undignified
My heart flutters
Shame has no place in this space
My minds swirls
“What are His thoughts of me?”
Though I know not the journey of the thoughts
I know the destination is Him
All of me ends up back to Him
I can’t help it and the Lion knows
That’s where His pride lays.
I breathe in His fragrance
My head rests in His mane
Deep golden yellows
Rainwater and fire
He smells like His creation
Why wouldn’t He?
I’m enthralled by knowing Him
And even more so, to be known by Him
My Spirit rises and falls- a deep breath
Rest.
I don’t need to touch up my love
It’s entirely pure
Looking to the Light
My Spirit takes me there without warning
Basking in the warmth of His presence
My King
The world destroys the reverence
But would they if they could smell His mane
Or be shaken by His mighty roar?
The roar
It starts from His core and I can feel the rumble in mine
He knows what He’s releasing into the atmosphere
The sound reverberates for the rest of time
Freedom.
I will search all of eternity for the words
To express the joy of knowing Him
I carry my cup into the ocean
Hoping to carry Him with me.
I long to let all the world know of His love
But that’s not my goal in my secret place
It’s simply to burry my head in His mane and breathe in His scent.
That’s when I hear the King laughing
It’s worth everything
I hear Him say, “Let them know I laugh. We mustn’t speak of only
despair- tell them to laugh more.”
I let it out.
I laugh with my King
How can I not when I look into the eyes of fire?
The reflection of my soul on fire
My desire to deeply know Him
A reflection of me, I wonder
This is all that matters
To look into the face of my Creator
I hear Him whisper
“Move in closer”
