Today I was going to speak about intimacy being a Kingdom currency.
I was going to write about different scriptures and how they relate to intimacy. I was going to refer to the Parables of Jesus that speak of and teach us about intimacy.
While all these things have great value, they are letters and words on a piece of paper. Instead, He told me to share with you the letter He wrote on my heart about intimacy.
Intimacy has a voice, He has a fragrance, He speaks many languages, He can be tasted and felt.
Intimacy has vision, He leads us to waters of renewal, He holds the cup of which we drink, He lays the table from which we eat.
Intimacy stills the storm in which we stand. Intimacy dresses us for His purpose, lays the path of the journey at our feet and collects our tears as they fall.
Intimacy dances in our joy, He clothes us in our bridal gown and prepares us in marriage. He mourns when we fail to come but still peruses us in the event we will.
I have learned intimacy has left a mark on my heart. I find my signature there written by His hand, a mark no man can write or erase. I see the same mark on his heart- My name on His heart.
I have learned intimacy knows no limits but will not force me. He is patient and enduring. To the degree I desire His presence I find Him. I found that which I knew but had not yet experienced.
I learned His vocabulary was greater than I had imagined. His language is not only audible, its visual. I learned His voice can be seen all around me, His sound can be felt in the wind as it brushes against me and blows in my spirit.
I learned He speaks through my senses to re-write the understanding of my mind. My spirit grows in each encounter and thirsts for the next.
I learned intimacy is ever present in my spirit and finds His expression in every encounter in my life should I care to find Him. He longs to change my vision to see what He sees.
I learned intimacy loves the deep. He leads me to new depths, untouched rooms in my heart, deeper encounters that draw me out of myself and into Him. I cannot be content when I know there is more. Intimacy is as a spiritual appetite stimulant that cannot find relief other than in His presence.
I learned intimacy is contagious. When I see it in others I desire more. The deep in me draws me back into His presence awaiting the next caress of my soul.
I learned intimacy is not found in this world but longs to break free on it.
I learned intimacy walked in the cool of the evening in Eden and longs to walk in your garden.
Julie Farmer