In a similar way to how I crave a home, a family, a place of belonging, does God also crave a home? Does He crave a heart open, present, ready for daily wonder and captivation? What does a resting place look like which can fully welcome the King?
What's the point of these steps I'm taking if they never lead to revelation of belonging. I am His, He is mine. The vulnerability of that kind of surrender scares me at times. That level of being one with another feels like such a mystery when I'm looking at those words outside of experience.
But when you step into Him, He steps into you. I've felt the changes such a fellowship brings, but I don't live it in the way I know is possible. For all the words written about communion with God, the only way to really know it is to live it.
So here I am in 2013, desiring more than anything an understanding of how to make my heart a home. How to let it become a place of friendship, where the walls come down. Where getting close doesn't make me then want to withdraw and run away. Where I learn Him in a way of no return.
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