It’s the most honest conversation I can have: Him being open to me, I being truthful to
Him.
Him comprehending the content my heart outpours.
Outpours of elements that the world cannot even contain;
Contained, are these outpourings deep within me, flowing from within to above, like a
river with a strong current.
Current so strong that it destroys any obstacle that might TRY to halt my words from
reaching my Father and His words from reaching me, His son.
It’s the most beautiful conversation I can have: Him calming me with His love, I
showering Him with my sweet praise.
Praise that honours nothing but His true shiny essence of righteous beauty.
Beauty that surpasses all understanding.
Understanding the true meaning of love as I gaze upon an imagery that I imagine of
Him, my only one hanging on a cross shaped wood, carefully wood worked to make
certain His end.
His end that I in reality carefully necessitated through my sins. I stare with my eyes
looking deeply in His eyes.
His eyes dropping sweet sour tears of joyful sadness as His mouth whispers the 3
words I will never forget…., “It is finished.”
Mm mm….. finished I get with the imagination and zoom back I am into our beautiful
conversation: Him being the voice of truth, rhythmically showering me with words my
heart can only smile to, me openly accepting His love fully aware that no one can love
me better.
Our talk translates me into a perfect world where His love is my shield, His wings my
home, His arms my pillars, His nature my exotic view, His will, the only path I walk.
It’s the most relaxing conversation I can ever have: I, lyrically making Him aware of
my cries which are enveloped in fears that are coupled with pain which is
accompanied with sorrow that is coated with weakness as I will be seeing the
mountain before me that requests my climbing. He always finds a way to calm me
down as He refreshes me with new strength that equips me to conquer not only
mountains but volcanoes. It’s in this conversation that He teaches me to believe in me
and He gently shows me how special I am. It’s in this conversation that He teaches me
that I am more than different, I am unique.
Uniquely crafted to know that I am loved to love, blessed to bless, and gifted to give.
It’s in this conversation that everything else stops to exist, everything except Him and
me.
It’s a conversation you may call prayer.