Recovered

What is your experience?

A snapshot, a moment, capturing the moment or captured by the moment?

Numb, I’m numb is how I would describe my experience. Without feeling, without enjoyment, joyless memories. And yet I enjoy the moment.

How do you feel? What is it you feel? Can I touch you, or are you a bit touchy?

You ask if You can touch me Lord, when you know the answer! In my place of isolation and survival in exile, you conspired with the one I love to touch me most intensely. There I was alone and isolated, counting the days until we were together again. Behind the scenes, you were crafting a scene, a remembrance that I will always remember. I feel it now, it wells up within me, it bursts forth all around. You ask me how I feel. Here I sit again trying to hold it in! I am overwhelmed! To receive the greatest love letter anyone ever wrote me, by the ones I love the most, was completely unexpected and beyond my wildest hopes and imagination. It was the most thoughtful gift, written and crafted by my beloved, it brings me to tears and that is before I read it. Here I sit and again my hand trembles at your word!

Song of Songs 2:14 Come, my shy and modest dove— leave your seclusion, come out in the open. Let me see your face, let me hear your voice. For your voice is soothing and your face is ravishing.

It is beyond belief, it is beyond comprehension, I cannot get my head around it. It blows my mind. How can it be that you love me so? First the gift of my beloved, then the gift from my beloved, at her hand, with thoughtful deliberate intent, with such love, from her absent place, such wonderful presence. The words, the pictures, the love on display, the chosen word, from the chosen to the chosen. From the place of not enough – more than enough – it overflows. You ask me how do I feel…

It’s awash, it rises up, it splashes all around, it flows from within and without. It is my joy! The oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness.

Arise and shine for my glory is revealed upon you. Come out of the place of oppression of depression or subjugation to subjugate. Take captive the captor, overtake and recover all. Come into full recovery. Be recovered, be covered again, for I have got you covered. This is my statement of intent. Feel the word, reveal the page and watch it unfold before your very eyes. This is a calendar like no other, each page reveals my love, my plan, my intent, agree with it, feel it, embrace that which you cannot grasp. Hold on to love, for it has hold of you. Feel my embrace, feel the love. For it pours from your pores when you pause. Feel the oil flow, it soothes, it calms, it refreshes.

Just receive my gift, let it flow, for you are my love, my beloved, let me hear your voice, let me see your face, for you are lovely, you are worthy, you are my desire. Come away with me…

For you shall experience my love, like never before, this is the dawn of a new era, a rubicon, the pinnacle of pinnacles a monument for my glory, from glory to glory.

Isaiah 9:2-3 The people who walked in darkness have seen a great Light; those who dwelt in the land of intense darkness and the shadow of death, upon them has the Light shined. You O Lord have multiplied the nation and increased their joy; they rejoice before You like the joy in harvest, as men rejoice when they divide the spoil of battle.