At the feet of Jesus

Do you linger at the feet of Jesus?
Do you stay and soak in His pecense?
Or is it hard for you to be still?
Are you drawn to perform for your worth?
Can you be pleasing to Him if you could do nothing?
Nothing but sit at His feet?
Would you like yourself if you did?
Would that look like laziness to you?
You know, He doesn't need you to do His work.
He wants you first,
before work,
before anything else.
He wants you.
And nothing else.

First Love

His yearning for me pulls me in. My face against His chest. I hear His heartbeat. I feel His passion. His love covers me and my spirit opens to Him. His precense cascades down me and I am consumed by Him. He pursues me and I cannot resist. I am His and He is all I want.

Jesus, you are my first love. You loved me first. Before I even knew.

my child

"Before you were conceived I wanted you.
Before you were born I lovedyou. Before you were here an hour I would die for you.
This is the miracleof love."
- Maureen Hawkins