I am going to say this because I believe it to be true: a loved woman loves well. I am loved beyond well; I am loved deeply by the very Author of Love - now that is romance! But it is a romance not defined by earthly terms, but crafted in the courts of Heaven. I am wooed by a simplistic love that nourishes and strengthens my complex being. Jesus, truly you wrap me in Your Robe of Righteousness, and draw me close into Your presence, this presence You ask me to seek, a Presence that I know I gain strength and courage from (1 Chronicles 16:11). Truly you know the all of me, know my sillinesses, my sins, my shattered self, my longing for a selfless love that a selfish self slanders serially.

And Jesus, each minute of my menial day, You remind me of You, of the journey into Your heart. Amen!

My narrative translated just right...

from my organic journal

Isaiah 40:21-31 is becoming a favourite passage of Your words to me; these are words of our Father, imbued with power, strength, and might. The word "impossible" does not even enter my mind as I read and reflect on these particular words. I want to affirm these words in my life and in the lives of those around me. Jesus, my Most Cherished One, I thank You for the Might You impart in my life today; these words, these very words are from You to me:
   
     Lift up your eyes on high, and see Who has created these things, Who brings out their
     host by number; He calls them all by name, by the greatness of His might and the
     strength of His power; not one is missing. Why do you say, O Jacob, and speak, O
     Israel; "My way is hidden from the LORD, and my just claim is passed over by my
     God"? (Isaiah 40:26,27)

My Love, You brought me out, and in this very space and time as I put this pen to this page to pull these words from mind to put into matter, the greatness of Your might and the strength of Your power keeps me here; I am not missing. You keep me in this place; this is how much You care for me, so I have no excuse to not bring my claim to You, in a sense, it would be an insult to not ask, and a greater insult to say, "My way is hidden from You," WOW. These are words of power, of strength. Here are my words back to You Beloved Jesus:
     
       I am weak, but You will give me power (29), I am growing faint, and I am weary, and  
       I am falling, but I wait on You, my Lover and My LORD, for I know You will renew my
       strength and will lift me up on eagles wings and I will run and not weary, I will walk
       and not faint (31).

This is Your Love for me and You want me to bring myself to You and pour myself out as an offering, a sweet fragrance to You. Just as Your understanding is unmeasureable to me, so is Your Love for me; I can never fully understand, but I will always lay claim to Your affections.

So, my Beloved, I come into Your presence through Your sacrifice for me, I sit at Your feet, clothed in Your Blood, wrapped tightly in Your Righteousness; I can see it already in my minds eye, the cloth is the deepest red, yet so white, it's so beautiful to see and so soft and silky to touch. I thank You for this Beautiful, Most Precious, Invaluable Gift to me; this is the measure of Your Love for me, this robe, this red, red robe of shimmering goodness. Amen. 

honestly, I have not idea what this year will bring, but all I know is that I want to come closer to You, Jesus. Nothing else matters, nothing concerns, nothing else will hold my vision and mission as You will. Thank You for loving this fragile vessel, and springing forth within the deep dark recesses of my soul. Again, continue to move the mountains of my soul and the remove this stone of a heart. Amen