Swept off my feet

There are times in our lives, moments, days that we simply never want to forget - or that we wish would never end. There are few days, few moments in mine that have measured up or that have provoked that desire in me. Yesterday was one of those few. It wasn't "just" another experience - I don't even like that word, experience. I went to the Rock, I tried hard to get there first of all and a few obstacles arose that discouraged me, and God's blessing never fails me. I feel the significance of His paying attention to me almost daily now. I finally arrived - though a bit late and the moment I planted myself in from of the chair, after a little less than a week of a somewhat faltering fast I suppose made me vulnerable to the presence of God.

As soon as the first words of the song were in the air, I was awed into silence. I wanted to sing, I wanted to express. I couldn't. I was still, listening to the voices carrying God's praises. My heart sang, my soul felt, my spirit simply fell face down in adoration. The overwhelming sense of His love was nearly a physical weight in my heart and my feelings released the way they always do -- with tears. My heart cried out, again and again I devoted myself to His work, His will, His heart. I crave more.

I could write for hours and try to describe the sensation, the purest desire to love God with all that I am, my actions, my behaviour, my decisions, my ALL-all. Not just my regular "all."

This intense feeling of love washing over me and the intense desire to return that love, to throw myself at the mercy of His hand and his heart, all made me think: what man exists in this world who could even begin to tempt me to divide my attention?? The Bible tells me that marriage obliges a man to divide his attention - "one-for-God, one-for-you." I don't know that there is anyone out there who is worth that.

I am officially swept off my feet!!