Becoming One with Jesus
After learning that I indeed to "count" and have much value and worth in God's eyes, and in my own, I realized last night that Jesus was calling me to go on a date with Him today. He didn't tell me where or what to bring or anything - He just told me in my heart that this was something we needed to do. So, today we went on our "first date" as it were.
We went to Rooks Park, sat in the shade and through two Bible texts He showed me, He spoke to my heart about how He wants to be -in- me and my life as my King. First, He showed me 1 Kings 8, where Solomon dedicated the temple he had built to God. There are so many lessons to learn from this, so it's best to just read that chapter to learn them all, but basically, I am a "temple" of sorts, and He wants to fill me so completely that no one and nothing else can invade the space in my heart. He then showed me Psalm 93, where He showed me that He is my King. I am so Blessed to know that He, in His Glory, would spend time with me, loving me.
I had a wonderful time, but it was getting hot and muggy. I decided to go home, and no sooner had I begun to drive away but I got a really, really bad cramp that just would not leave me. I prayed, and it subsided a little, but it really did derail the rest of my afternoon. I came home and slept for hours. I woke up, went out to my car to get the munchies I had left there before, brought them in, and was about to eat them, when Erik IMed me to respond to an email and an IM from before. I had prayed that he would get back to me, but I wondered if now was a good time. After all, aren't dates supposed to be private affairs? But this is Jesus, not some boy-friend, so I realized that it was just fine to share part of my date with Erik, and I told him so as I IMed with him. We had some details to work out regarding how we communicate with each other. I then took some Root Beer popsicles to Erik, tasted one of my Fruit Punch popsicles from before (I LOVED that one MUCH better than the Root Beer), and had a nice time playing with Templeton, his pet rat who he got from a pet store, while he talked to me about wishing he had someone to date when there was a full Blue Moon, and about how most "chick-flicks" are totally stupid because it's all about a woman's looks (I quite agree). Yeah, I saw that full Blue Moon too, and wished my husband were with me, so the sentiment is shared on that point.
I went to Wal-Mart and then Safeway after Erik's, and it was so wonderful to know that Jesus was with me. He kept reminding me over and over that He loves me. This was priceless. This missing from people's lives is what's wrong with the world. I'm now convinced that, while 42 is the answer to the universe in some author's imagination, Jesus is the answer to The Author's Universe and He's no figment of anyone's imagination. I came home, munched on my munchies, and started this blog. I'm tired, and am going to bed.
Goodnight, Jesus, x0x0x0x0x0
We went to Rooks Park, sat in the shade and through two Bible texts He showed me, He spoke to my heart about how He wants to be -in- me and my life as my King. First, He showed me 1 Kings 8, where Solomon dedicated the temple he had built to God. There are so many lessons to learn from this, so it's best to just read that chapter to learn them all, but basically, I am a "temple" of sorts, and He wants to fill me so completely that no one and nothing else can invade the space in my heart. He then showed me Psalm 93, where He showed me that He is my King. I am so Blessed to know that He, in His Glory, would spend time with me, loving me.
I had a wonderful time, but it was getting hot and muggy. I decided to go home, and no sooner had I begun to drive away but I got a really, really bad cramp that just would not leave me. I prayed, and it subsided a little, but it really did derail the rest of my afternoon. I came home and slept for hours. I woke up, went out to my car to get the munchies I had left there before, brought them in, and was about to eat them, when Erik IMed me to respond to an email and an IM from before. I had prayed that he would get back to me, but I wondered if now was a good time. After all, aren't dates supposed to be private affairs? But this is Jesus, not some boy-friend, so I realized that it was just fine to share part of my date with Erik, and I told him so as I IMed with him. We had some details to work out regarding how we communicate with each other. I then took some Root Beer popsicles to Erik, tasted one of my Fruit Punch popsicles from before (I LOVED that one MUCH better than the Root Beer), and had a nice time playing with Templeton, his pet rat who he got from a pet store, while he talked to me about wishing he had someone to date when there was a full Blue Moon, and about how most "chick-flicks" are totally stupid because it's all about a woman's looks (I quite agree). Yeah, I saw that full Blue Moon too, and wished my husband were with me, so the sentiment is shared on that point.
I went to Wal-Mart and then Safeway after Erik's, and it was so wonderful to know that Jesus was with me. He kept reminding me over and over that He loves me. This was priceless. This missing from people's lives is what's wrong with the world. I'm now convinced that, while 42 is the answer to the universe in some author's imagination, Jesus is the answer to The Author's Universe and He's no figment of anyone's imagination. I came home, munched on my munchies, and started this blog. I'm tired, and am going to bed.
Goodnight, Jesus, x0x0x0x0x0
posted by Caroline Talita Ishshah | 11:04 PM
