Secret Place

When and where is there joy?

 When He holds the most important place
 the Highest place 
 the innermost throne
 of my heart
 and in my life.

 He loves to dwell in the inner sanctuary
 that too often he occupies alone
 whilst waiting for me.

 In that place is
 Gold
 A River
 Laughter
 Rest
 Beauty
 Tears
 Vastness
 Passion
 A different experience each day.

 Truth
 Conviction
 Grace
 New beginnings
 Gifts
 Revelation 
 Adventure
 Love poems
 Encounters

 and so it goes on…
 I could write a Thesaurus and it would never say enough.
 For the words of what is found in that place
 march off the page to eternity.
 

 My fickle heart - you have an enemy who shakes to see you go there.
 Not merely to pass through paying lip service to my King
 But to sit. To gaze. To dwell.

 Therein my joy. My love. My heart. 

Emmaus

Were we so shocked and traumatised
 that we did not believe
 that you meant what you said 
 when you told us
 this temple will be raised just 3 days after it has been destroyed?

 Were we so blind
 that we did not see you
 by our side
 until you broke the bread and gave it to us?

 Were our minds so dull
 that all the prophecies meant nothing
 until you patiently unpacked them?

 Were our hearts so cold that we did not know you walked with us
 until so much later?

Am I so tossed by life that your promises and life itself seem empty?
Am I so blind that I do not see you in every sky, tree or insect I pass?
Am I so deaf that I do not hear your voice in the wind and the word?
Is my heart so cold that I do not feel you by my side?

Every. Single. Day.

I believe. Forgive my unbelief.

Anna

The joyous wedding
Marital bliss
Longed for as a child, it became yours.
Life looking good

Except the womb lay empty
And until your husband snatched away.

Seven years of almost perfect 
Enough memories to tear at your heart
As now you slept alone.
And who would want a barren woman as a wife?

So what to do? And how to live?
A decision. 
A step made in the direction of the temple.
A life dedicated to quiet service
To cleaning and candle lighting
To prayer and worship
A friend of God
And not abandoning hope.

Seventy seven long years
Living in God’s presence
Sleeping in His temple
Knowing Him
Speaking his words.
Childless you remained 

Until a suddenly when
The Child was here and
Placed in your arms.

As you had entrusted your life, your self to Him
So He came to You and placed himself in Your arms.

A glorious eternal moment
When God lay in your arms and looked you in the eyes.

The arms that had been empty
Now full.
Love was yours. Forever.

Psalm 23

Walking through the dark valley of the shadow does not sound so bad if You are with me
But O I underestimated the thick, impenetrable blackness 
and swirling confusion of that valley.
The gut-wrenching shock - how did I get here?
No road back. 
I stumble though this strange land
Every tragedy that ever assailed me seems to return
And here I am stuck, red eyes awake
Heart shaking
Dreading the unknown path ahead...scared, if I am honest.

Fear not, child. I am with you.
I will never NEVER leave you alone.
I am not the author of confusion
I am close beside in that valley I myself traversed.

I WILL restore your soul
It may take time but let us journey.
The wind of my spirit will lift the chaotic clouds of confusion
And you will find that there are
Green pastures, 
and still waters.
Places of peace 
for you to find.
I will renew your strength

A shepherd has eyes only for the sheep
And I am a good shepherd 
I will not allow you to stay lost and confused
My comfort and anointing are here for you.
I will prepare such a feast for you
The enemy who watches will flee in confusion
As I reveal my favour, sacrifice and goodness.

I would like you to trust.
But whether you do or whether you don’t 
Or perhaps just some of the time
My love is unfailing.
Ever-present
I am with you.

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