My Lover

The ink sinks into my skin...runs and he wipes the excess clean with his cloth...


I close my eyes...determined to stay present in the moment and attached to the thought of my Lover...


I whisper mind prayers...love notes to this Savior..."I. Am. Yours."


He whispers back..."You. Are. Mine."


I want to weep as I realize the ultimate depths of His unfailing love affair with me...


The only love affair that I have been engaged in that has not left me deflated...wandering...longing for more...


He relentlessly pursues me...calls my name in the night..."Come..."


And when I come to him in the darkness...He never turns me away...arms always open...consistently waiting to embrace me...


As I sit this morning...nursing my coffee...musing about life...I am often drawn to tears...


Because I realize that this walk with my Lover is paved with decisions that I probably most often wouldn't make without Him...


Decisions I would selfishly engage in and follow with my flesh...engagements that would excite my flesh and thrill the the human soul with delicacies only possible without Him...


But I look to the ink...the ink of the written pages...and I'm reminded again...I am not my own...and I must make the hard decisions again and again...sometimes the lonely decisions...to commune exclusively...and forsake other lovers that vie for my attentions and affections...


I begin to read in Isaiah 43...I'm smitten...all over again...tears well...and I shut my eyes...lay mussed head on the leather and say..."I'm yours. What would you have me to do?"


I listen...and I comply...


I look to the ink again...this time on my wrist...and I am reminded...I. Am. His. 

"His" is a place that is fearless but sometimes lonely...I pay a price to go to the deep places with Him...because others cannot go with us...Lovers cannot invite a third...but the loneliness is of THIS world...this lover...Oh He is other-worldy...forever supplying the love that my soul craves...I am His.


¹But now thus saith the LORD that created thee, O Jacob, and he that formed thee, O Israel, Fear not: for I have redeemed thee, I have called thee by thy name; thou art mine. (Isaiah 43:1)


Grace n Peace,


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