A Reminder to Breathe

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.I was recently sitting at the edge of the ocean meditating on a scripture that has been deeply speaking to me for the better part of  a year on a daily basis.  
"I am my Beloved's and His desire is for me."
(Song of Solomon 7:10) It has comforted and confronted me through abuse and rejection. Every day God would remind me that His fervent desire was for me. For a few minutes, as I stared at the ocean waves hitting against my body, I felt the fierce power of God's desire for me. I was overwhelmed by the force and pressure...and I had only waded into the first few feet of it. A few hours of it and I was still sore the next day. God's desire is powerful beyond comprehension. It it one of those sensations that when you feel it you simply must close your eyes and remind yourself to breathe to allow yourself to experience it even at the most basic level. Breathe. Breathe again. His desire is for us. Sit for a moment and meditate on that over and over until tears well up in your eyes. Let God's desire wash over you.
"I am my Beloved's and His desire is for me."
"I am my Beloved's and His desire is for me."
"I am my Beloved's and His desire is for me."
 
©stephaniecherry.com

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Jennifer said…
Thank you for this, my heart needed to be reminded of this very thing.
12:53 AM
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