A Taste of His Love
Over and over again since I began following Him, I have received “arrows” of love from Him – Quick bursts of divine love, buried deep in my heart, causing me to catch my breath. Since He brought me home, the lack of sin in my new body has made them that much stronger. I remember the first time I tried to do the same in return. I apparently got my point across, because His peace flooded me, along with the words, “I love you, too.” It became a regular “dialogue.” He would communicate His love to me, and I would return my love back to Him.
Now, I want to try something different. When I receive His love, instead of sending love back automatically, I concentrate, adding all the love I have for Him into a huge ball of emotion in my heart, then sending it to Him. I’m curious how He will reply.
He gently laughs in my spirit. Surely, little one, you do not think you can out-love Me? Just His amused voice in my heart is enough to make me take a deep breath. A wave of love hits me in the heart, almost knocking me off my feet. It takes a minute to gather my thoughts, before answering. I can’t even imagine how much You love me, Lord Jesus. Is it something You can show me?
You have no idea what you are asking, child. “Yes, Lord,” I say, trusting His judgment.
I can feel Him pausing, considering. Then, to my surprise, He says, Go to our place. I will be there shortly. I reply as I go, “Yes my Lord.” It constantly amazes me how easily He can make me nervous. A laugh is His only response.
I go to my place, the special place where I live, and only He and I have access to. I love this room. It is like a huge one-room house, with a sitting area, book cases, an eating area, and a bedroom area. It is a peaceful place, and I spend a lot of time here, both alone and with Him.
I take a deep breath, and turn, knowing He’s here. I kneel, saying, “Lord.” He motions for me to rise. He is sounds serious, but looks amused. So, you want to understand how much I love you. I nod. I can show you enough to give you an idea, child. It will be difficult for you, but I will not hurt you. Are you willing? “Oh, yes,” I whisper.
He asks me to lie down on the sofa and sits beside me. His face is serene as His hand brushes down my face, and my eyes close as His love and peace flood my spirit. This is a place I have been many times before, deep in His love, and I turn my head slightly and brush my lips across His scarred hand. “I love You so much,” I say quietly. My eyes drift open, and I smile up at Him.
Then His love is delving deeper into my heart, and though I keep the smile on my face, I can see how He would describe this as difficult. This level of love goes deeper than anything else I’ve felt. It’s so breathtaking, this love I feel. He gently corrects me. This is your love for Me, child. It goes much deeper than this, deeper than you know. But I show you this first, because you must have something with which to compare My love.
His expression becomes almost fierce as our eyes lock together. Hold My hand, child. His Spirit whispers to me. I see a fire burning in His eyes, and feel it in my heart. Suddenly, waves of emotion break over my head, and I feel like I’m being tumbled head over heels, from rapid to rapid, in a churning, wild river. My heart feels like it’s going to explode. He was right – even with my resurrected, perfected body and mind, it’s impossible to move, and nearly impossible to think. Though my eyes are open, I am seeing only His face, surrounded by terrifyingly beautiful swirls and eddies of emotion and feelings, and I am holding on for dear life to His hand. Do you want me to back away, child? I lock eyes with Him, and with effort, I think, No, please don’t stop. Take me deeper, Lord. He shakes His head, and says, “Stubborn child.” But He doesn’t look upset, or even surprised. He continues feeding me immeasurable amounts of love, passion, devotion, and other emotions I can’t even define. Knowing I am nearing the end of my endurance, He again offers to back away. My eyes close as I try to understand what He’s asked. Finally, I give a very small nod, and feel the pressure lessening. But now I’m shaking so badly, I can’t even brush a stray hair from my face. I barely feel His hand tuck the strand behind my ear.
He picks me up, and I curl up in His arms, laying my head on His shoulder. He takes me to my bed, lying down next to me and holding me tightly. I will stay with you until you have calmed down. He promises. That may take a while, as hard as I’m still shaking. This will help. He brushes His hand down my face, and the sensations still coursing through me are immediately a little less intense.
A long time later, I am calm enough to whisper, “Oh, wow.” Then I think, I had no idea that You loved us so much, Lord. Or even that there was such a love so deep. “You still don’t understand, little one.” He says gently. “The love I’ve shown you is not My love for My children – it is only My love for you.” My eyes fly to His in surprise. He continues, “Further, if the love I have for you were an ocean, then I have just fed you a small spoonful.” As a shudder runs through my body, I close my eyes, trying not to imagine any more than I’ve already been shown.
After a while, I stop shaking quite so badly, though I will never be able to think of this meeting and not shake a little. I lift my head from His chest, and look at Him. “You love me so much,” I say quietly. “Thank You, Lord.”
Now, I want to try something different. When I receive His love, instead of sending love back automatically, I concentrate, adding all the love I have for Him into a huge ball of emotion in my heart, then sending it to Him. I’m curious how He will reply.
He gently laughs in my spirit. Surely, little one, you do not think you can out-love Me? Just His amused voice in my heart is enough to make me take a deep breath. A wave of love hits me in the heart, almost knocking me off my feet. It takes a minute to gather my thoughts, before answering. I can’t even imagine how much You love me, Lord Jesus. Is it something You can show me?
You have no idea what you are asking, child. “Yes, Lord,” I say, trusting His judgment.
I can feel Him pausing, considering. Then, to my surprise, He says, Go to our place. I will be there shortly. I reply as I go, “Yes my Lord.” It constantly amazes me how easily He can make me nervous. A laugh is His only response.
I go to my place, the special place where I live, and only He and I have access to. I love this room. It is like a huge one-room house, with a sitting area, book cases, an eating area, and a bedroom area. It is a peaceful place, and I spend a lot of time here, both alone and with Him.
I take a deep breath, and turn, knowing He’s here. I kneel, saying, “Lord.” He motions for me to rise. He is sounds serious, but looks amused. So, you want to understand how much I love you. I nod. I can show you enough to give you an idea, child. It will be difficult for you, but I will not hurt you. Are you willing? “Oh, yes,” I whisper.
He asks me to lie down on the sofa and sits beside me. His face is serene as His hand brushes down my face, and my eyes close as His love and peace flood my spirit. This is a place I have been many times before, deep in His love, and I turn my head slightly and brush my lips across His scarred hand. “I love You so much,” I say quietly. My eyes drift open, and I smile up at Him.
Then His love is delving deeper into my heart, and though I keep the smile on my face, I can see how He would describe this as difficult. This level of love goes deeper than anything else I’ve felt. It’s so breathtaking, this love I feel. He gently corrects me. This is your love for Me, child. It goes much deeper than this, deeper than you know. But I show you this first, because you must have something with which to compare My love.
His expression becomes almost fierce as our eyes lock together. Hold My hand, child. His Spirit whispers to me. I see a fire burning in His eyes, and feel it in my heart. Suddenly, waves of emotion break over my head, and I feel like I’m being tumbled head over heels, from rapid to rapid, in a churning, wild river. My heart feels like it’s going to explode. He was right – even with my resurrected, perfected body and mind, it’s impossible to move, and nearly impossible to think. Though my eyes are open, I am seeing only His face, surrounded by terrifyingly beautiful swirls and eddies of emotion and feelings, and I am holding on for dear life to His hand. Do you want me to back away, child? I lock eyes with Him, and with effort, I think, No, please don’t stop. Take me deeper, Lord. He shakes His head, and says, “Stubborn child.” But He doesn’t look upset, or even surprised. He continues feeding me immeasurable amounts of love, passion, devotion, and other emotions I can’t even define. Knowing I am nearing the end of my endurance, He again offers to back away. My eyes close as I try to understand what He’s asked. Finally, I give a very small nod, and feel the pressure lessening. But now I’m shaking so badly, I can’t even brush a stray hair from my face. I barely feel His hand tuck the strand behind my ear.
He picks me up, and I curl up in His arms, laying my head on His shoulder. He takes me to my bed, lying down next to me and holding me tightly. I will stay with you until you have calmed down. He promises. That may take a while, as hard as I’m still shaking. This will help. He brushes His hand down my face, and the sensations still coursing through me are immediately a little less intense.
A long time later, I am calm enough to whisper, “Oh, wow.” Then I think, I had no idea that You loved us so much, Lord. Or even that there was such a love so deep. “You still don’t understand, little one.” He says gently. “The love I’ve shown you is not My love for My children – it is only My love for you.” My eyes fly to His in surprise. He continues, “Further, if the love I have for you were an ocean, then I have just fed you a small spoonful.” As a shudder runs through my body, I close my eyes, trying not to imagine any more than I’ve already been shown.
After a while, I stop shaking quite so badly, though I will never be able to think of this meeting and not shake a little. I lift my head from His chest, and look at Him. “You love me so much,” I say quietly. “Thank You, Lord.”