Brimming

I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it. ~Audrey Hepburn

I'm one of those "brimming" people .

I've constantly overflowing with something...some sort of feeling, emotion, or passion. I find it impossible to do things by halves. 

When I fall in love with something, I hold nothing back in my quest to make the whole world aware of just how amazing my new delight is to me. 

When I have joy, it flows from me like a bubbling stream. I can't contain what I'm feeling...there's something inside me that cries

release me. 

set me free.

However, to my everlasting chagrin, it is not just the beautiful things that find their rapid way into the world from my lips and heart.

It is the ugly things too...those things which destroy beauty and break a thousand hearts.

When I am broken, my tears are endless and the world has never seemed blacker. I yearn for comfort or reassurance, and yet feel unworthy of the love being showered upon me. 

When I am angry, the skies turn black and the boiling within me churns until I am almost sick with the tempest flooding from my eyes and mouth. 

When I am wronged, or when I wrong others in any sort of way, I shatter. I feel as though I have made some unforgivable action, and that I am the bane of all those who say they love me.

It is then that the little voice inside me has turned from a exclamation  of joy and delight, to a whimpering cry to the Heavens...crying out  to the Heavens as the Psalmist did from his terrifying rocky hideaway from those who sought his death. 

release me.

set me free

I was made for bigger than this. I was made to love like the sky, and dream like the wind.

My love is big, and made to be bigger,

His love is bigger still. 

His forgiveness is a fountain. 

I love much. I will be forgiven much. 

He never breaks His promise...

and so He sets my heart free 

to fly again. 

"For this reason I say to you, her sins, which are many, have been forgiven, for she loved much; but he who is forgiven little, loves little.” ~Luke 7:47

תקומה (Resurrection)

"Now after the Sabbath, as it began to dawn toward the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary came to look at the grave. And behold, a severe earthquake had occurred, for an angel of the Lord descended from heaven and came and rolled away the stone and sat upon it." ~Matthew 28:1-2

I can only imagine what it was like to wake up on that morning.

The sorrow would have still be so incredibly fresh. The pain would have remained a thudding, almost crushing ache.

...if only they knew.

Because the power was brewing...the war was coming to its glorious conclusion...

...to the point that the world could not contain it for another minute longer.

The ground shook.

The guards collapsed.

The stone was rolled away.

The tomb sat cold. Hollow. EMPTY.

And the angel found his seat upon the overturned door, waiting for those who needed to hear his earth-shattered message.

"Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here...for He is risen, just as He said He would..."

The disbelief would have been incredible, almost impossible for their still-broken hearts to fathom...before it all turned to a powerful, measureless joy.

This morning, I felt powerful, heart-gripping joy.

I cried tears of passionate gratitude and indescribable adoration.

The tomb is empty.

Death has been defeated.

Hell has been overturned.

Death COULD NOT handle Him. The grave COULD NOT hold Him.

My King is risen!

"...she [the White Witch] would have known that when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backward." ~C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe