Birthed from Recognition; Followed by Freedom; Encamped by Love. We are One...

I have been in a place for a little while now where I feel so close and free with God.  Yesterday morning, I was ushered away into a place with Him that I feel as though I am supposed to share it with those who read my posts. :]] so here it is.

It all started when I sat down and opened up The Book to Psalm 9.  And I saw this beautiful picture and begun to write.

When we com to that place of recognition as to who and what our Dad is, a beautiful, authentic freedom takes place that cannot be stripped away from us.  It's a love that a lover would have for his soul-mate that is recognized within us and our hearts are instantly filled with life.
From that place, we cannot help but dance, laugh, and sing in the midst and air of which He resides.  Dancing within that, we are not alone. His very Presence is encamped around us as though elastic would an object.

God then took me into a forest.  He was by my side walking or dancing with me.  He was me. Does that make sense?? hahahaa. Anyways, we were going through this forest that led into this meadow that was filled with high grass and an array of marvelous flowers.  We just danced. No music. Just the soft sound of Our heartbeat.  It was one of the most beautiful things that I have ever seen. We danced for what seemed like hours.  I wanted to stay there forever.  I came back to reality.  He whispered into my ear and said, "Get it now?? Your every movement, it's My joy to be apart of that.  We are One."

Birthed from Recognition; Followed by Freedom; Encamped by Love.  We are One.

HOME

Have you ever stopped to think where home is??  Normally people don't, they just know.  Though for me, it's a question that runs through my mind constantly.  Especially within the past few months.  Something that is beginning to strike me is that home for me is in other people's heart. It's not a longitude and latitude of a certain area or city, (although there are those certain cities that make my heart come alive), it's when I am with certain people or talking with certain people, I feel at home.  A sense of relief shoots through my body like as if it has been a long day and at a moment I can breathe because I have walked into the atmosphere called home.  I guess that's what it is.  A certain atmosphere that people carry that makes me feel at home.  An atmosphere that is extremely similar to the one I carry.

I used to think that the saying, "Home is where the heart is", was so cliche.  However, I am understanding that it is so true.  My heart is to be in and steward the heart of others. So when I am doing that with the people I love most, I am at home.  So home to me is all around the world.  The world is home.  Not where I live or lay my head at night.  It's your heart.  So thank you for your heart and your dreams, because without them, I am homeless.