I remember the open arms, the pure availability. Those arms that wrap warm and tender, that never grow weary from my attendance. Yet if I choose, I can wander as they release me bidding exploration, to enjoy the dwelling place... and others (family) - also equally welcome to the open arms - who reside with me here.
Yet the arms which release call me, not with a voice that calls for an obedience of attendance, but a beckoning invitation. A wooing of gracious, forever Love. I smile, knowing the always open arms, and am welcome to come and go as I please, by His grace and prompting... but always in the cover of His dwelling. Never far from His presence. Always in hearing distance even though I explore far and wide. His Creation is lovely and all expanse. I wander, and enjoy. It is all His.
And then, I return to... He. Altogether beautiful. Altogether lovely. Altogether worthy. He... Jesus. His arms. The Shepherd, and I His lamb.
And I gaze upon the One Who loves me pure and wholly as He holds me in His ever open arms.
One thing I ask form the LORD, this only do I seek; that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to gaze on the beauty of the LORD and to seek him in his temple. (Psalm 27:4)
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"A wooing of gracious, forever Love." Music to my soul! Thanks for this beautiful post.
I thank God for his strong arms. When others can't hold or contain my worries and fears, God is able and willing. He stands before me with arms outstretched.
Donna... You're most welcome.
And Dwan... I love His outstretched arms. And His embrace.
*I'm so sorry I didn't see these comments until tonight, sweet sister-friends. Thank you so much for visiting and commenting. Love to you both...
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