Morning Dream

What a clear, crisp, and beautiful morning! I listen as the birds sing. I listen intently for the Living God. I look around and cannot escape His presence or His provision. Almighty God, how I hunger for more of You and yet You are everywhere. As David says, “You have enclosed me behind and before and laid Your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me. It is too high. I cannot attain to it” (Psalm 139:5-6, NASB).

My Lord, who knows all things about me and loves me all the more, visits my morning dreams so that He is first in my thoughts when I wake. What love is this! What desire! How unworthy I am. His pursuit of me is incomprehensible. How can I run? How can I hide from this great love? I turn with arms wide open and whisper—for He is so close—“here I am. Have Your way.”

In my morning dream, I dove into the warmth of a salty sea. God was the sea. How vast, how deep and wide! I felt safe (I know this was God because water is not my friend!!). I was held in His strength; His intimate embrace. Carried. Tickled by the playful waves and bubbles around me. Consumed by His touch. Every part of me known, nothing hidden. Washed. Purified. Behold, the depths were unending. Deep called and beckoned me deeper. Oxygen was never a thought or an issue as my focus was on Him. I went farther and farther still never losing sight of Who was before me. The deeper I went, that is the deeper He carried me, the more like Him I became. The water and I were merging; we were becoming one. I, in Him and He, in me. Carried to the depths of His great love.