Meshugge for my Mashiach

Heart to heart

What is man, that you care for him? The son of man, that you esteem him?

I woke up this morning refreshed.

I only got 6 hours of sleep, I was rushing out so as not to be late for work, my phone died because I forgot to charge it, My car's at the mechanic, I'm fighting off a cold, and I was anticipating a long, grueling 15-hour work day.

But my heart is calm. For the first time in a while. Last night I visited with several friends... we talked. My heart was so thirsty, I could hardly speak. I just sat and listened...

There were stories of struggle, of wrestling with the things of Elohim. And in my mind's eye, I saw where I too had struggled, where I too had wrestled, was wrestling.

For the first time in a long time, I confessed my shortcomings, my confusion, my rebellion, to another.

It blew me away.

There were quiet times, pauses in between conversation, as truth blazed a trail to our heart-chambers and confronted fear. The war before the wedding feast.

There was honesty. No room for pretense. The reality of walking with a righteous G-d. The resolve to follow the dusty footprints of a Rabbi who at times seems too far ahead.

Awestruck, to see again that we are fashioned to know His heart. And there is no room for pretense.

We walk amongst kings and peasants, unknown, faceless, aliens to the world of the flesh.

We are the words of heaven.

posted by Handmaiden @ 3:32 pm