You know how I feel but it’s all the stronger straight from ink pot pulling out heart words, spilling here for You.
I can’t describe my gratitude, but I try.
Right now, I try.
Your love, this intangible and visceral feeling no human soul can really fully experience – it wrecks me.
In all the best ways, it wrecks.
And I find myself revisiting your God-made-flesh words over and over
“He that believeth on me, as the scripture hath said,
out of his belly shall flow rivers of living water.“
Never did I imagine that would really happen, that I’d really feel Spirit soar through my body,
rolling it over and over, source most definitely the gut.
The energy center.
The place where I hold my strength and my pain.
Almost more so than my heart.
It always seems like gut is what hurts when doubled over with tears, good and bad.
It’s the belly.
But then there’s the heart.
You said it, it happened.
“And hope maketh not ashamed; because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts
by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us.”
And oh, my God, it was definitely shed abroad. Heart knows no depth, no crevice, no folded over space missing Your love.
There most certainly is abroad going on.
Because heart is where the soul is.
Where I feel the pain so deeply.
Pain You’ve allowed. Pain You brought me to, pain You endured with me.
You shed abroad Your love on soul, marked a path tread by no one.
Sealed a fate formerly doomed and perched it upon the solid truth of redemption.
You are proud of it, You aren’t ashamed this soul calls you God. Healer. King. I Am.
All that, You.
All power, from You.
All given, freely.
All for me.
I love You, my King.
How do I count the ways.
To infinity and beyond.
By Arianne, from To Think Is To Create