Listen to the Presence Project podcast, episode 27 here. Here in the Presence Project we’re…
An Evening Prayer
I AM is home. And I am complete. The day falls away like a paper lab suit I peel off.
This is my English cottage in the woods, our cottage, really…what I imagine my heaven will look like. The sun is starting to go down, the golden hour and a round front door ushers Him in. I run to the door to greet Him.
I’ve been waiting all day to look into your eyes. I take His face in my hands. Jesus, you look so good to me. He twirls me around as if I was light as a little girl.
You know how much I love you, Summer Joy?
I eat supper with I AM in front of the fire on the round pedastal table between two wingback chairs and while cutting my chicken, I hit my glass, spilling my milk. He laughs. I love that nothing surprises Him, nothing torques Him. I clean it up while we share jokes. The crackling fire warms our hands, but His crinkled eyes do the same for my heart. I AM is home.
He’s home and I take a deep breath. No more seeking. No more pretending there is living water anywhere else but in His Presence.
You are the I AM and you are my home.