Into His Arms

Who am I that You are mindful of me? 

I am but a whisper of the wind upon the book of history. Not even a drop of rain upon a sea of faces. Yet by the Glory of Your Word You breathed me into existence. Before I was formed in my mother’s womb, You had already ordained my steps. You hold the knowledge of my existence and the day of my release from this land. My heart fails me and my steps falter; yet who am I that You are faithful this dying flesh? Who am I that You should love me deeper than comprehension? That You desire to be with me despite all my sins? How can that be? Oh precious King, enthroned in Majesty, nothing I can bring is worthy to be laid at Your feet. Yet even so, You are still calling to me, “Come, Enter into My Presence!” Oh how I am so forever unworthy of such Grace! 

Yet You beckon me still. With timid steps, I am drawn into the Golden Halls of the Great I Am. Your Spirit whispers to my soul life-giving words that become fountains of Living Water within me. Waves of Your love and Joy cascade down to my toes and fingertips; I am completely undone. My heart is enraptured in Your Divine Romance, my existence now complete. Unable to contain my joy or remain still, I race forward in renewed childlike wonder into the awaiting arms of my Redeemer, my Everlasting Love! As He wraps His arms of Grace around me, the scars of my journey through the shadows quietly dissolve away into the winds of the past as though they never existed. 

My heart leaps as He leans in to whisper the precious words that my soul has longed to hear, “Well done, My child, come and enter My Rest.” As I cling tighter, not willing to let this moment pass, I gaze into the eyes aflame with Holy Love. 

Overwhelming peace envelops me as He tenderly whispers, “Little one, you will never have to let Me go.”