Peace

It's been almost a month since I've been in a church building.
It's been almost a month since I've open and honest in praise of God.

The Spirit is fluid, that was said tonight. I can feel it washing over me, I can see it in people's faces.

Here I am
to Worship
Here I am
to bow down
Here I am
to say that You are God

What words. What vulnerability.

I want that for myself, and I know that God wants that for me, but I don't know how to get there. I realize that it is not as much actions that I need to accomplish in order to get there but a state of being, of realization that God is so much more and is so much higher that anything that we could ever imagine.

This summer, I want to understand myself as God understands me. I want Him to open my eyes and my heart so that I can be fully confident in Him and His plans for my life.

Much love,

Duces.

A crowd stands and worships

A crowd stands and worships;
Hands held high,
Heads bowed low,
Hearts open,
Souls bared...
Worshipping God.

Where two or three are gathered
There He is.
He appears
But can't be seen.
Hands outspread,
Waiting for repentance.

Shadows rise:
Full of images,
Family friends and experiences.
People's souls
Being relinquished.
Releasing control,
Relaxing muscles,
Relaxing minds.

He doesn't beg,
He doesn't take.
He waits,
He watches,
He loves.

He loves,
He loves,
He loves.