In Awe

How often do I stand in awe of my King?  How long has it been since my heart leaped at the thought of His presence? It has been far too long since I've leaned against His chest and felt His breath.  All the other things have gotten in my way, I've missed the glimpses of His face with the brick wall of desire and the steel doors called "lack of faith" standing in front of me.

Oh but I've glimpsed His face from down here, down at His feet.  What beauty, majesty, and strength He holds.  I cannot look for more than a moment, and in that moment my heart may burst.  But what perfection for my heart to burst as His burst for me.  Sweat and tears of blood, pain in every piece of who He is.  Yet He stayed in strength because He has called us worthy, He has named us Beloved.

He calls us to stand with Him, as His bride, His co-heir, His beloved.

When He reaches out His hand and asks us to stand, will we believe what He has called us or will we stay laying in the dirt, where we can only imagine His heart beat?  I want to know my King.  I want to lose my breath with every word He speaks.  Can you hear His whisper from the dirt?  He will pick you up, carry you, clean you, and transform you. 

My cry is for this generation of Christians to get out of the dirt, to understand the Father's heart for their life.  Just as much as they long to glimpse His face He longs to look in their eyes.  His purpose for His bride is much more than staring at His feet.