Honor and majesty are [found] in His presence; strength and joy [found] in His sanctuary. (1 Chronicles 16:27 AMPC)
Overwhelming Heart Hugs
(from the grace series ©)
Thank You Father is whispered
As tears stream down my cheek
His love hugs my heart so tight
Causing my eyes to leak
Captured in His nearness
Overwhelmed with gratitude
I can barely catch my breath
In His love, oh the magnitude
Intelligible words with value
Escape my mind and being
Surrounded by His love
His goodness is all I’m seeing
Sometimes I weep
Or burst out in song
His gentle touch
Heals all wrong
My face to the floor
Familiar touch reminding
His word will not return void
But accomplish all He’s decreed
His goodness is never failing
His love is never ending
Oh my God and my Lord
With You there is no pretending
So real and completely alive
Only good and forever faithful
He is for us, with us, and in us
We cannot help be praiseful
Yes gratitude comes forth
Running down my face
In double streams proportioned
Like His amazing grace
Gratitude pours forth
At the most amazing times
It’s then I am reminded
We are on His mind
My eyes become like faucets
He sets my feet to dancing
Tears of joy flow freely
His perfect love entrancing
© laurette laster 1/3/2020
You will show me the path of life; In Your presence is fullness of joy; At Your right hand are pleasures forevermore. (Psalm 16:11 NKJV)
Have you ever felt the presence of heaven invading the room? I had a visitation yesterday. As I began to complete a simple but great idea, a task given to me by Him, I was praising The Lord in hymns and psalms. As I was singing verses about His faithfulness I was reminded I had a dream in the night. It was an amazing dream. A sweet dream, showing me, that yes the promises of God are true and He is working on these very situations as I go about His business. Later I began to be overcome with gratitude and tears sprang forth. I was joyous, not sad, I was overcome by His goodness and this poem flowed forth. I share this with you to encourage you to reach out and take hold of all God is doing in your life no matter what season you are in.
Last year I had a poem spring forth about liquid faith. The Lord allowed me to glimpse believer’s tears falling on their chest. These tears come forth during the toughest times and become water or streams of faith, springing forth from emotions so deep and too raw for verbal explanation. As our heads are bowed down, tears fall on our heart and water and soften our heart. So tears are clearly an expression of multiple emotions. The emotions that cannot be articulated are clearly understood in heaven. Tears are said to be stored in bottles of remembrance before Him.
When His presence or an angelic visitation takes place it invades our very atmosphere. I have experienced this in differing places, locations, and venues.
We cannot describe what it is, but we know it is Him. We are surrounded, engulfed, and captured, by this permeating, very tangible, yet invisible presence. It isn’t a feeling it is an experience. An experience so exciting and captivating that causes a variable of emotions to burst forth all at the same time. Not knowing whether to dance, sing, cry, shout, or fall on our face, when suddenly clear liquid burst forth from ducts that were strategically placed by our Creator. I’ve come to realize this is His pure love expressed in liquid form and it is in double portions.
Like oil extracted by being pressed from the olive, love extracted from pressing on our heart must be expressed. However there is a love so powerful that it is [ex] pressed in liquid form.
Yes it is Him. Dropping by to remind us, all is well. He is with us.
I wonder if our eyes were opened to this glory what it would be like. Then I’m reminded His love is all around us, even when we can’t feel Him. He is here.
The next time you are enraptured and tears spring forth, and you don’t understand; it is because He is hugging your heart tightly against His.
The joy is so amazing words cannot articulate. It is experienced, felt, and expressed in the quiet whispers of tears caught and stored in bottles for His remembrance.
He draws our heart holding it close to His and the intimacy causes springs of love and gratitude to burst forth. When words cannot be expressed they are pressed, and come forth as tears.
The hug of our Lord is so amazing it makes our eyes leak.
Just a little side note about the lamp I used in this photo. This lamp was my mother’s lamp. I am reasonably certain it was her mothers before her, my grandmother. There have been many hardships by women in our family lineage. Untold broken hearts caused by generational ignorance. My mother was my only parent, her mother my only grandparent. As I experience His goodness I realize many of the prayers being answered were watered by their liquid faith and gratitude before me. I never want to take one blessing or promise for granted. My fight is for those who have gone before me, and for the ones coming after me. Therefore I must persevere that my God may receive all the glory. May I be numbered with the prudent and have my lamp and my extra vessel of oil.
God bless you and keep you and make His face shine upon you and be gracious to you. The Lord cause His countenance to rise upon you and give you Shalom.
Until next time, thanks for listening with me. Laurette