The Gift of My Salvation
As I sit in His presence my spirit swirls and jumps. Starting with great reverance I look into His eyes, but the longer I look the more laughter envelopes my body. Within moments we are both on the floor. Every brush of His hand against me sends electric springs rushing through every vein and cell. My cheeks become wet with gladness as I open my eyes and see that we are now floating above His throne, looking down at His dancing hosts. A drumbeat, once quiet, is now pulsing throughout the Kingdom. Each beat of the drum releases colors and fragrance that fill up the atmosphere like a piece of art that is alive. Each giggle and laugh that comes from the Father, floating beside me with joy, creates a new color and releases a new fragrance that heaven and earth have yet to see. This is what its like when Dad and I, along with the Spirit wait for a meeting with the trinity, but it seems to me that Jesus is late. However, soon enough we can feel Him getting closer. Through the laughter and tears, colors and fragrances, we notice that the drumbeat starts to change. Something new enters the atmosphere. The party continues, but in an expectant manner. More drums begin to beat, they get louder and louder. The hosts are dancing, creation is fluttering, the colors are combining, emotions are unified, and the Spirit is delighting in this eternal hour. Then it stops. The gate to the throneroom, the doors of eternity, swing open rapidly with Jesus on the other side and an explosion occurs. More electric now than before, the drums are pulcing, the hosts are expressing, the colors are embellishing, our merriment is roaring, the essence is evolving, and I begin to undertand. This party is for more than recreation or enjoyment. Heaven is eternal. When Jesus entered the throne room at that moment, He had just come off of the cross, risen from the dead, and ascended into heaven. I feel something new fill up my spirit as Jesus and Papa collide in a massive reunion of love and joy, a grateful enthusiasm. The hosts are holding me as something unexplainable ruptures within me. I begin to feel Christ in me, the hope of glory. This gift that I've been given is so much bigger that I could have imagined. I now realize that not only is the price of my salvation a gift, but the grace that accompanies it. Allowing me to carry what was put in me on that day, in that moment, when He came and breathed on me.
This is an asignment I wrote for my AMT at school, I thought you might enjoy it...
"I am just a girl in love with a King." The power of my response threw him back with questions lingering in his eyes.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"One night a King came to me, He showed me His love, and all that He did for me confronted my soul. He revealed Himself like waves. Suddenly I saw visions of His blood covering me. It covered me in a way that made my spirit whirl inside me and explode in a mass of jubilant fluttering, like a million butterflies in the depths of a cave swarming toward the light. In that unending moment I find my heart throbbing from just one thing. The love of this King." As I spoke the Spirit of My Love began to fill me up and overwhelm me.
"But who is this King that would come to you, a poor American girl, with nothing royal inside you? What makes you so special?" His skepticism was being diluted by the presence that he felt as he questioned his heart.
"He sees in a way that no other sees. He saw me as I am, a princess bride standing down His aisle, gazing into His eyes, not wavering as I boldly walked towards Him , clothed in purity, ready to receive the ring of covenant. I could not see this person who He saw, for she was not there in this natural realm. This is the king of the natural and supernatural, He saw past my disbelief and pride, and pulled from within my spirit what had been dormant." I was now being drawn into the romance and seemed to be in another place, far away with Him.
"So you mean God, right? I see... you're one of those spiritual girls. I never heard anyone talk about God that way though." A short silence lingered as we waited in expectance. "Why are my hands on fire? What is this thing?" His body was shaking like a cold chill had come through and it seemed as though the room wasn't holding still. With confidence I followed what the Holy Spirit was showing me.
"I know that you can see Him in front of you right now, He is awakening your spirit and calling you to the bridal alter. He sees you in a way you cannot see." With tears now welling and eyes closed, I could feel his spirit searching for the truth, my King was showing him His love.
"What's happening?" I asked.
"He is washing me, I am covered with gold, I have heat and electricity running through my veins. I have crawled to the alter. This King is holding me. He is asking me, 'Did you know that my wings surround you like the wind whispering through the trees? And like a storm, my love jealously rages for you?'" With hunger ravaging his spirit he cries out, "My love, my love, I must keep you my love! I dare not move my eyes, for your light has blinded me to all else. I am ruined for you. You have changed these dry stones into a river in pursuit of the ocean." My King is a lover, He loves to reveal Himself to His bride, as my friend that day found out. Are you ready to meet my King? He is at the alter looking at you with nothing but love in Him.
