Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. It is this name which has been echoing through my head lately. This person, God, and man, who I have been finding my heart yearning for when I discover I am discontent. I know I need more of him. Every day, and all the time. Why does he seem so elusive? I admit that I could try a lot harder. But why don't I?
I've been frequently experiencing glimpses of the true and lovely fulfillment I've previously experienced when I've sought after him, by his grace in the first place. He fills me, heart and soul when I run to him. He is the most beautiful thing our blind eyes have ever been granted to see; the simple most elegant poetry our feeble pens have ever been equipped to write; the most lovely, perfect song deaf ears have ached to hear and attain more of. He is the music bursting through my cells, the light streaming from my pores, the tears pouring from my eyes, I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine.
I feel I cannot write adequate words. Blessed: oh how happy indeed. I've given up any hope of not being a romantic at this point, I've come to find that romanticism like the above paragraph shapes my view of life, in large part. And that settles it. I need to seek Jesus as though he is everything, because he is everything. It's Jesus we live for, and him we live by. He is my purpose, that which I am inclined to worship constantly. The son of God, and yet God. A beautiful mystery that makes it all the more worth it.
John 15:13 Greater love has no man than this: that he lay down his life for his friends.
Oh, he loves me, he loves me.
Sometimes, when I think of it, I sing to him, the song Better Together by Jack Johnson. I like to think it describes us two quite well.
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