“The LORD your God is with you, He is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, He will quiet you with his love, He will rejoice over you with singing” (Zephaniah 3:17).
“The LORD appeared to us in the past, saying: ‘I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with loving-kindness. I will build you up again and you will be rebuilt, O Virgin Israel. Again you will take up your tambourines and go out to dance with the joyful’” (Jeremiah 31:3-4).
My child, as certain as the sun rises in the sky, so is My love for you. With the rising of the dawn, My heart beats with excitement at the prospect of spending My day with you. Through the night I keep guard and watch over you (Psalm 32:8). Through the night I make the plans I want to share with you. Yes, through the night My heart beats with the anticipation of tender moments between us.
As your eyes flutter with wakefulness, remembrances of past moments captivate My thoughts, increasing My desire to communicate, to share. Sometimes I can’t wait till morning, so I pour dreams and visions into your times of rest (Acts 2:17). Being with you is My favorite thing to do.
We exist for each other. Neither is complete without the other. Child, you are the dew of morning to Me, consuming every moment of My existence, permeating deep into the very core of who I am (Deuteronomy 32:2).
Yet, something is missing. I have come on the wings of the wind to meet with you, only to find no one there. My heart is aching, longing, desiring. My very essence yearns to commune. O, how I have missed you.
Busyness of life has devoured your days, making stagnant the pool of life within. I can’t bear this. I can’t bear to see you this way when I have so much to give.
Your pool is formed by underground springs of tender devotion between us. I can wait no longer. I am compelled by My great love, compelled by past joys. I am coming, interrupting, to stir your pool, to draw from the well of salvation within you (Isaiah 12:3).
Yes, I see the many things you do for Me and these are good, but don’t ever let yourself think doing things for Me is the same as being with Me. I don’t love you because you “do.” I love you because you are.
Open your heart. Let go of any unworthiness you might feel because of time away. I am waiting with open arms. Open your innermost self, for I am here to stir remembrances of our sweet whispers to one another, our declarations of mutual love. I am singing over you, My dew of the morning. O, how I love you.
Talk to God in prayer, Tell Him:
My heart melts at Your sweet love. My innermost self reaches out to meet You, to respond to You. Your gracious forgiveness flows through me as I give myself to Your precious administrations of ravishing delight. I lay down the busyness of my life to be with You.
O, how I have missed You. Pour into the pool of my life, into the deep places of my longing, that I may hear the whispers of Your heart. Show me unsearchable things I know not. I love You because of who You are, not because of what You have done for me. Let tenderness cultivate me. Form me as Your kindness leads me. As I lay my head upon the pillow at night, make me aware of Your hovering presence that I may arise at dawn with the dew of Your name upon my lips. As I sit here, ravished by Your presence, speak, for I am listening. Amen.