Context: After about three hours of very concentrated writing in bed, I began to surface into awareness of my body and my surroundings. I was just saying (slightly self-pityingly), to God that I never have enough time to pray, and that even a lifetime isn’t nearly enough, when I saw how different this will be in heaven. There, I will have all eternity to lose myself entirely in worship, without any distractions or responsibilities.
Then, the very next moment, it came to me that when I’m worshipping here, on earth, I’m temporarily experiencing heaven, and sharing the bliss of unending oneness with God. This oneness is the same on earth as it is in heaven, so heaven is now. Today’s prayer hit me in an instant, like an arrow reaching its target. I scribbled it down, then had to get up and start engaging with the day. I still didn’t have enough time to pray undisturbed!
NB: Writing this sparked off another prayer, which I hope to post tomorrow, God willing.
In my heart, I am thirsty for you, the living God.
When will I see your face? (Psalm 42:2; CEV).
Not enough silence,
And not enough stillness.
Not enough solitude.
Not enough time…
In mercy and love:
I am yours, You are mine.
I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine.
(Song of Songs 6:3; NIV).
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