My stomach flipped as though filled with butterflies. The sensation is familiar to me now and I am drawn to sit quietly with the one I love. As I feel His love wash over me I am broken. Nothing must I do except receive. Here I wait for the whispers of a heart so intimate it easily overwhelms me.
Closing my eyes, I let the tears fall without restraint. I recognize how they again cleanse my heart of things I don’t fully understand. Trusting the lover of my soul, I yield myself in submission to His touch. He desires my pure heart.
Son 8:5 Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved