Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Occasion in Time

When I woke this morning, urgency moved through my mind.


Will I have enough time for the to-do list?
Time to provide for my family's needs?
Time to pray...

Occasions of time skewed, flawed in my very human existence.

I drop to my knees to do the one thing I know must be done. I move the torn veil aside and enter the Holy of Holies. He waits for me there. He waits patient there and He smiles. And I kneel there. Imprint of this moment reverent fills to excess, overflows with Agape. True Love. It surpasses time. Lives out of time. Is His time. And is His Way.

For My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways My ways, says the Lord.

For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways and My thoughts than your thoughts.

Isaiah 55:8-9 (Amplified)

"I hear your prayers, My child.
I know the time.
I know the dreams and heart.
I know and
I AM."

Lightly, I brush away an escaping tear.
I raise my hands with outstretched fingertips
covered with captured emotion.
Not a word flows from my open mouth.
I just listen...
And wait.

"I am the Author and Creator of time.
The movement of the clock
holds no boundaries in you,
My precious One.
The countdown of hours is of no value
in a surrendered soul.

My time matters. My time . . .