She’s not walking; she’s running, sprinting. She’s running straight for him. There’s nothing holding her back. He has everything she’s ever needed, ever wanted. He’s her one, the one she dreams about. He gives her love like she’s never felt before. He always takes her back in an open embrace. He throws away the baggage that she unintentionally carries. She’s so in love with him that she doesn’t notice the hot, molten lava that’s causing the blisters on the bottoms of her worn feet. He is her only focus. Pieces of rock and debris are starting to fall from the sky. She doesn’t care. She has to have him. She can’t live without him. She can’t know love without him. She's getting closer. His arms are still open. This is it.
When I’m in my more intimate prayer time with Jesus, this is something that I continually see. Y’all, I’m in hot pursuit of my Jesus. I’ve been out of the states for one week now and Jesus is dead set on showing me how much He loves me. This race will change me. I’m going to pursue Jesus as much as He pursues me. I want an intimate relationship with Him. I want to feel His presence at all times. I want to see how He sees. I want my heart break to break for what breaks His. I want to love people the way He loves people, the way He loves me. Never failing. Unconditionally.
Let it begin.
