TITLE: IN HIS PRESENCE
By Lisa Adams
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IN HIS PRESENCE
I can see myself. I can really see myself. Over there, on the left, bowed down. I’m nestled in between others whom are bowed down too. There are so many of us here that I can’t tell how many. We all have the same yearning and burning desire to be close to Him. It’s like our very existence depends on being in His presence. It is food for us and we can’t survive without it.
I see myself bowed down amongst many. And when I raise my eyes all I can see is His foot and His leg up to Knee. His garment is slightly raised on this side of him just at the knee. He is seated on what appears to be a golden throne covered in jewels. His garment is white trimmed in gold and his leg and foot glows in brassy hues of gold and light. I can’t see anything else although I try I can’t. The light it hurts my eyes so, I bow my head and continue to be fed by His great presence. It fills my spirit with insurmountable peace and love. Each person stays in His presence until they are filled. They relate with one another with an abundance of love. Some stay longer than others I stay for awhile.
I observe everyone else. I sit in wonder. I wonder where I am. It’s so beautiful here ‘til it’s indescribable. I attempt to tell you but I have difficulty finding words. I know I want to be here, I want to stay and if I can’t stay I want to become a regular visitor. So, I observe everyone else so as to find out where I am and how to return. I look toward the Man on the throne. Could it be Jesus? I believe that it is. But I can’t see his face. The light is too bright. He sits on a throne surrounded by light or…is He the light? I believe He is because I don’t see the sun or anything else that could be casting light. He is…Light!
I see myself kneeled down at his foot. Where am I? Did I die? No...no, I’m alive. I can feel my heart beating, I can hear the sound of my breathing. My leg is in a cramp and I can feel the pain. But, I dare not move before my cup is filled.
Where am I? How did I get here? Let me think… I woke up this morning, went to work, came home, cooked dinner, spent time with the kids, put the kids to bed, took a shower, and then I knelt down to Pray and worship the Lord.
Could it be that I’ve made it? I finally made it? I’ve heard about it but, didn’t realize that it was really real. I’ve gone behind the veil onto the threshing floor where God has sifted me like wheat. Leaving me filled with Love and Peace.
I Can see myself. I can really see myself. Bowed down amongst many. I want to stay bit I can’t. Yes, I’ll be a regular visitor I’ll be back tomorrow. Let me know if you want to join me. I’ll show how to get there.
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