Living Memorial

What is your response?

Don’t react, respond.

Receive my touch, don’t be touchy about it.

At first, the first, touch.

Unsure, uncertain, unexpected, foreign, not felt before.

The reaction.

This should not be, this is not allowed, this is not permitted.

The holding of the hand.

The child holding the hand of his mother, the warmth, the comfort, the safety, the security, the peace.

The man holding the hand of the one he loves…

For I loved you before, I loved you from the beginning, before you knew how to love, before you experienced love.

From a distance, from afar, from beyond your reach, from beyond your grasp.

Yet you felt it, in the depths of your soul, in the heart, in your mind. You knew from that moment everything was going to change.

Was it not glorious, was it not magical, did her very presence evoke a response.

It was an unplanned event, and unexpected moment, a shocking moment, a glorious moment.

My glory showed up…

The power of my presence, manifest in the appearance of love, dressed in the glory of love, love manifest, my love manifesto.

You could not stay away. Your very spirit, your soul, your mind, from the great depths your heart skipped a beat. Your heart beat with such delight.

You love the very essence of who she is, beyond your wildest imagination, her voice, her mind, her smile, her love, her approach, the majesty of her approach.

Majesty is the word, majestic is the revelation.

Her very presence evokes a response.

I have reserved a special place for her, a safe place, a secure place, a heavenly place, a calm place, a sheltered place, a glorious place, a wonderful place.

Wherever she walks a new atmosphere comes with her. The glory of her presence, reveals the glory of my presence. When she walks into the room there is nothing like it. For it shall not be as it was before, it shall be as unto glory, as a dawning of my glory. For the light shines in the darkness and is not overcome by it.

“Filled with wonder, awestruck wonder”

Yet my glory is not distant, it is up close and personal.

Awestruck from afar, yet now the hand of glory rests upon you.

Yes the hand of glory rests upon you.

The hand of glory holds your hand.

Beyond belief, beyond your expectation, the resting place of your dreams.

Yes she is the resting place of your dreams.

She is the place your heart finds rest.

To be with her, is to be with my glory.

My glory shines upon her.

Now you know what it feels like.

Now you know what love feels like.

For my love touches you.

Without fear, without reservation, for I have reserved this place of love just for you.

The touch of your love, so much more that the touch of family.

Mind blowing, life changing, off the dial, yes off the dial, beyond measure, without measure, unable to be measured, abundant, beyond abundance. Poured out, overflowing, saturating every part of your life, your heart, your mind. beyond comprehension, beyond reason, unreasonable, without reason.

Poured out, flowing out, the best expression of my desire.

Such joy, bursting forth all around, is she not just delightful!

For my desire holds your hand.

What I desire holds your hand.

My desire takes habitation with you, takes up residence, moves in with you, lives with you, rests with you, walks with you, blesses you.

My love holds on to you.

Psalms 92:12-15 The uncompromisingly righteous shall flourish like the palm tree be long-lived, stately, upright, useful, and fruitful; they shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon majestic, stable, durable, and incorruptible. Planted in the house of the Lord, they shall flourish in the courts of our God. Growing in grace they shall still bring forth fruit in old age; they shall be full of sap of spiritual vitality and rich in the verdure of trust, love, and contentment. They are living memorials to show that the Lord is upright and faithful to His promises; He is my Rock, and there is no unrighteousness in Him.