The wisps of white sway with a discrete breeze. “Warmth, power, peace, security.” Every word I speak feels closer to my chest the deeper I walk through these curtains, closer to you. But even as I walk I know that you are closer than the air in my lungs.
You speak to me through the gusts I take in: inhale, “I will never leave you.” And the exhales I gently force out “or forsake you.” You are the breath in my lungs. You are the ancient of Days, the ruach, my breath of life. You, the Creator of light are so close to me now.
I step beyond the line of the curtain and stare out. In that moment, I am more certain than ever that You have never left me. A slight breeze smooths itself across my face. Before my feet is an aquamarine sea. It stretches far beyond what I can see. The white sands surrounding it are dotted with shiny, rounded dots. Pearls. The symbol of purity through hardship. You tell me that you are proud of me and that I am your pearl. I smile, lean to the right, pluck one from the sand and slowly rub it in between my fingers.
“Daughter.” Your voice comes as a breeze off the light waters, causing them to arch, tremble and crash. Sweet spray dusts my face. I smile.
“Abba. You came.” I look up to see the sun but there isn’t one. I forget. My Father is the light. Rays of light wash over my head, my neck, my arms. I am mesmerized by the heat. It starts to spread through my stomach. A deep rumbling starts in the sky above me. It holds the melodious note of laughter, deep joy. A bubbling spring of warmth starts to rise in my belly. My Father is laughing. I can’t help but throw my hands to the sky and join Him. We stay here for an indeterminate amount of time. Time has melted away. It always does this when it’s just Him and me.
“Oh, Katie. I love you so much. So much.” One last rumble peals across the sky and through me. My knees give way beneath me and I begin to weep. The King’s joy has overwhelmed me.
I hear the sound of footfalls on the sand and slowly lift my gaze. White. He wears a long, white robe trim with red, the color of passion and purple, the color of royalty. The King stares at me for a moment before kneeling and placing his large hand on my shoulder. At the warmth of His hand and intentionality of His gaze, the gurgling fountains in my heart burst forth. I begin to laugh again. He stares into the sky and shouts at the top of His lungs.
“My daughter, in whom I am well pleased. I love her! I love her! I gave my life for her! I love her!” It’s all too much. Prolonged exposure to the warmth could incinerate my insides at any moment. But they don’t. I want to stay here, reflecting on His extreme love and passion for me.
So I do just that… and I soak, in His perfect presence.
I urge you to take time with the King today. Allow Him to listen to every word you say and care for your every fear. Let Him show you just how overwhelming His love is.