You are my betrothed, the one I love and gave so much for. You were worth the price, every drop, every stripe, every nail. My heart is pierced when the one I love turns away, far greater than any Roman sword could. My love for you so great, so strong. You are the reason I came, suffered and died, why I rose – that we could be together now and for eternity. Take my hand, come close, hear my heartbeat – it beats with a melody of love for you.
to the sound of My children’s worship as it rises before my throne. I hear the voices lifted up in prayer, as well as the silent prayers of the heart. I am moved on your behalf, I cannot remain silent. My love for you is so great, my desire for you so strong. I come to be with you, where you are, to surround you in my love. The time of day matters not to me, it is you, it is you – that matters to me. I am here as you call out and desire me, opening your heart, being vulnerable, before me. I come tenderly to you, taking you into my embrace holding you near; hear my heartbeat, it beats for you – my beloved.
Willing hearts is what I long for, what I will use. Those hearts bowed in submission to a higher purpose and calling. Those who say yes and are willing before they even know the assignment; those who desire to be used however I want. These are the hearts that further My kingdom. They are the God Squad, ready for assignment at any moment. They are a force to be reckoned with; nothing can stand in their way. Their eyes and ways are set like flint on me, not being swayed by what surrounds them. They are My mighty men (and women), who will accomplish great feats; no weapon formed against them will stand, they will overcome and be victorious for I am their God and they are in my service.
Your worship is a key that unlocks the door to more. To the more that is the desire of your heart. A more intimate knowing of me as you spend time in My presence. A humble hunger for more that is available, knowing you have not yet achieved the fullness; a deep hunger for the deep things. A holy hunger for what is rightfully yours as an heir, as a child of Mine.
Does anyone have some mornings like me where you just want to stay snuggled under the warm covers; where your toes dread the touch of cold wood floors?-
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