I am in Him. Within the King of glory, nestled safe in the burning heart of His love, alive within the deep mysteries of eternity, I am there.
Living.
Moving.
Coming alive.
My identity stares back at me in the reflection of His face; the internal resonating with the external. And then I remember ~ He is in me. Our life is a beautifully weaved tapestry of love.
Yet, though the Creator of all that is seen and all that is unseen is both in me and around me, He gives me the lead.
Never demanding what I won't willingly give.
Never pushing me to move in ways I don't want to go.
Never forcing my voice to speak words He longs to share.
Always loving.
Always compelling me to come deeper into that burning heart of passion that burns away what still looks like me.
It is not about me.
I am in Him.
He is in me.
This is where I live.
I want to look more like Him.
To live and breathe and have my being intertwined so completely with Him that there is no separation.
An effortless pas de deux. My spirit and His, moving separately, yet aware, connected, appearing as one.
I am guided by His eye.
Thrust into action by my new-found awareness of His gentle touch.
Exploding with His passion.
I am in Him.
He is in me.
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