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Holy Imagination

 
I started writing a blog post, but the topic felt old. I’m still struggling with all of the new and all of the changes. I’m still not adjusting as well or as quickly as I wish I was. I’m still struggling with feelings of fear and failure. But, I have written about all of this before and I don’t think that I really have anything new to say right now. I just need to keep leaning into my Beloved God.
So, I decided to share with you one of my favorite holy imaginations that I have with God right now.
I’m a little girl again. Big enough to run around, jump and sing, but not too big to crawl into my Abba’s lap when I’m feeling scared, tired or hurt. He cradles me in His big, strong arms and I can hear his faithful heart beat if I lean into His chest. I can see my knobby knees, bare feet and wiggling toes. They are dirty and sometimes knees have gotten scraped and toes have gotten stubbed. First, Father God quiets me. He stills the flow of anxious thoughts and slows the rapid pace of my heart. Then Jesus comes and cleans me up. I watch His hands lovingly wash away the dirt and gently tend the hurts. Holy Spirit is there too, like a shiny blanket of love that surrounds me, protects me and comforts me.
This is my favorite moment, when I finally lift my gaze and find His eyes of fire. There is light so bright all around Him. His eyes are blazing, but inviting. God holds my gaze and I believe that He loves me. I feel seen, known and cherished. I feel safe, accepted and celebrated. I can release my sins sincerely and unashamedly and let His forgiveness flow right into me. I enjoy Him, enjoying me and it is sheer delight. Every care fades away as I receive His love for me. I know that this is what I was made for and that this is how I want to spend forever: loving God and letting Him love me.
When I open up my eyes and reconnect with my circumstances, life feels more possible because of my increased intimacy with God. I have more joy and peace because I am more aware that He is the God who is with me.
I don’t know how you are feeling and what circumstances you are facing, but I pray Ephesians 3:16-19 over you:
That He would grant you, according to the riches of His glory, to be strengthened with power through His Spirit in the inner man, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; and that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may be able to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ which surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled up to all the fullness of God.
Still Counting Gifts:
·         #821: www.aholyexperience.com The blog title is What to Do When You May or May Not be a Control Freak – July 18, 2013. And yes, it is very good and helpful.
·         #822: Camping
·         #823: Bold prayers
·         #824: Talking with God during my morning commute
·         #825: Rest
·         #826: How getting sick is always an opportunity to re-evaluate my priorities
·         #827: I get to sample wedding cakes
·         #828: Getting to know my new coworkers
·         #829: God is a good leader
·         #830: Helping people experience God’s love in a way that changes them
·         #831: A new shift cable for my car
·         #832: Reuniting with close friends after a long absence
·         #833: It’s OK for me to be unproductive sometimes
·         #834: A good cry and sharing scared feelings
·         #835: 65 days to my wedding
·         #836: Writing still feels fun even though I don’t have it mastered, which is intimidating

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