Ten thousand white doves

I know our love is just a reflection of all that we want to believe
Come let me lift you up just one more time
Now is the season for you and me, baby

See now my eyes tell this story, of a man and His eternal devotion
Throw your head back up and laugh one more time
Now is the season for you and me baby

Something in the way your eyes speak
They hold me close and you breathe life into me
Ten thousand white doves

.....That's the reward of waiting for love His way

I've been asking God to mark me with they cry of Ephesians 3:15-20, that I may grasp, understand, comprehend the love He has for me. Once I get that, everything changes. The way He feels about me should be what I base everything on. Suddenly in light of His love for me, everything else becomes unimportant. The opinions of men don't affect me. Obedience comes easy and sacrifice is nothing. God that I may know your love, the depth and width and height and breadth of your amazing love for me....that everything else would fall to the wayside.

That I would be able to hold my head high everywhere I go, that I would walk into a room full of people I have never met and they would see the light in my eyes, and my voice, and the way I love with His compassion. That I would live my life with a joy that is almost unnatural because of my circumstances. That the whole world would be in awe of the joy that is always there, always with me and refuses to leave no matter how my life turns out. That I would always have a song in my heart and on my lips that would mystify the world and cause their curiousity to rise until they must solve this mystery of why I still sing, depsite the shaking all around me. That my laugh would still ring out in the midst of tears, and not in an opressive or offensive way, but it would be a ray of hope, that a tear could possibly become dry and a heavy weeping could possibly become a light joyful laugh.

I picture a hill of endless green grass, a sky so blue it makes the ocean look gray, beams of sunlight making the breeze warm and cool at the same time...and barefoot feet running through the hills. I hear the strains of laughter rising up to the sky as the joy of the Lord overtakes the souls of men and suddenly all the hurt of the past is erased and heavy spirits are lifted to the lighter side, where the eyes of children become our eyes.

There IS LIFE with Him. Every good thing, all things beautiful come from Him.

Light, happiness, peace, joy; that's life!!!

The place where the Christian journey of discipleship is no longer a constant struggle to overcome obstacles; but instead becomes a simple yet divine invitation to engage in a love affair with One who burns with passion to have you as His bride. An invitation to the life abundant...LIFE!!!! Sunshine life! Really! No more searching for sunlight through the rain, choosing to praise depsite the storms, but really having a reason to praise. Being OUT OF THE STORM. Running barefoot through those green hills under that blue sky in that lovely breeze with the sunshine on your face.

Yes, He brings storms, but if we would look up instead of down all the time, we'd see that He mostly wants LIGHT for us! He is not a negative God. Trials make us stronger, but the abundant life of peace is where we belong. It's the life He paid for on the cross, it is not supposed to be a constant struggle and fight. Yes, when you choose to go the narrow way, it is a daily thing, but there is a place where nothing can touch us and the world has nothing on us. It's in His arms and if we abide there we will constantly be in that joyful place.