HIs Heartbeats Are Words

This was orginally written on Feb. 1, 2009 the day it happened.

As I worshiped with dancing at my church, the Church at North Gate in Woodstock, Georgia this morning Poppa whispered to me, "Why don't you lay down. Stop dancing and lay on your face before Me." In obedience and submission I laid down on my face right there where I had been dancing. Immediately I found myself laying on Jesus, listening to His heart beat as He stroked my hair and gently kissed me on the forehead.

He did not speak out loud... instead the beats of His heart became an audible voice to my ears and my spirit. Each heartbeat whispered sweet declarations of His love for me. With each word I was drawn deeper into His heart... the secret place that only He and I share... a place where the words He speaks to me are so imtimate that no one else will ever know them.... only Him and me. Deeper... deeper into His heart I was drawn.... to the place where I KNOW... and I AM KNOWN.

I want to worship with my face at His feet....
I want to walk with my face at His feet...
I want to run with my face at His feet....
I want to live with my face at His feet...
I want to wash His feet with my tears, tears of love and joy....
Love that came from Him..... I now give back.

I lay with my head on Jesus' chest every beat of His heart is an itimate, passionate word of Love and adoration meant only for me.... only for my ears.
SHABING! GOD IS CRAZY ABOUT ME!!!