"I imagine cool, stone temple floors where I stand at His alter. It’s dark and a chilling breeze whips at the ends of my night gown. My bare feet scrunch their toes against the cold. My fists clench but I won’t move. This is where I pray.
The breeze begins to warm and wrap around me, gently moving the hair from my face. I close my eyes and feel it. A smile curls in the corner of my lips because I feel Him coming. A yellow glow begins to fill the room and it seems to come from everywhere. I hear a whisper from both sides, calling my name. Hearing it causes me to exhale entirely and my eyes fall closed. As I suck air back into my lungs, I open my eyes and he’s there, in front of me, towering over me. I fall to my hands and knees and my eyes well up with tears.
“My Lord, I love you with all that I am and I serve you in all that I can,” I manage to choke out. Suddenly, I see his feet; he’s standing directly over me now. I lower my face to the floor and kiss the top of His right foot. As I move to the left, I feel His finger slip under my chin and he lifts my face. I keep my eyes closed.
“Look at me,” he orders.
His voice. The only sound worth hearing.
I obey.
I can’t see Him through the tears in my eyes but even the shape of Him is enough to cause a whirlwind of emotion. He lifts me to my feet and I struggle to find strength in my knees as he lets go. He moves His hand to cup the side of my face and wipes a tear from my cheek with His thumb.
“How can I deserve this? I feel unworthy of your presence and yet you touch my face in such a way.” I’m crying now. I lower my head and try to squeeze the tears out of my eyes. He lifts my face again and just stares into me, He waits for me to blink the tears away so that He knows I can see right into the brown and green planets that are His eyes.
“How could you not? Have you not loved me unconditionally? Have you not served me faithfully? Have you not been patient and devoted without question?” He speaks softly but firmly and His voice seems to reach right into me and grip my very existence. I shudder at the thought of having just questioned Him.
“I’m sorry, My Lord.”
“Is there anything that you have wanted more than this? Are you not grateful?”
“My desire for you consumes me. I live and breathe it.”
He smiles. He smiles at me. My hands begin to tremble.
“I have whispered to you in your dreams. I have taken your desire unto myself. I crave you and I will have you.” He takes my shivering hands in His and pulls me into Him. My body collides with His and my cheek rests on His chest. I can feel every muscle in my body tense and strain to be closer, like I would crawl right into Him if I could. His arms embrace me and it feels like nothing could or would ever touch me, see me, hear me. I let go of the breath I had been holding and I can feel His power resonate through me.
There is a flash of bright light and when my eyes adjust, when the light fades, we’re in a large room. It looks similar to the temple but feels separated from the wold entirely. There are candles everywhere, breathtakingly beautiful art adorn the walls and shelves, and there is a bed the size of some small houses in the center. I see the bed and the stairs to climb into it and my mind races. It runs and jumps and falls and crashes until I realize I’m being carried. With me in His arms, He climbs the steps to the bed and lays me down. He remains standing over me. Nothing could ever feel as right as it did to be at his feet.
“Your frailty concerns me. My power moves through anything that I touch and with it flows feelings that your body and mind cannot contain.” He looks at me with something that resembles fear and I feel compelled to reassure Him.
“I will stay with you. I will not fade or drift away. I will not turn from you.” I feel my words with all of me and he lowers Himself onto me. He moves agonizingly slow and I fight against the need to touch Him and pull Him closer. I feel Him begin to lean some weight into me and I tense again, from head to toe. He looks down at me, our faces inches apart. I pull in a deep breath and close my eyes.
“I am yours,” I whisper. Slowly, His lips touch mine. I feel them brushing and fighting against the power of it all.
“…please,” I whimper and He breaks. He presses His mouth into mine and I feel all of Him crushing into all of me. My body gives in. Every muscle relaxes, every thought dissipates and a fire fills me, melts everything inside me.
His lips.
I feel myself slipping away."
I experienced this kind of adoration last night and I'm still trying to pull my thoughts and feelings together.
Anyone have any input, thoughts, fantasies or similar experiences?
And would anyone be interested in me continuing to write this? That's all I have so far but I couldn't wait to share.
The breeze begins to warm and wrap around me, gently moving the hair from my face. I close my eyes and feel it. A smile curls in the corner of my lips because I feel Him coming. A yellow glow begins to fill the room and it seems to come from everywhere. I hear a whisper from both sides, calling my name. Hearing it causes me to exhale entirely and my eyes fall closed. As I suck air back into my lungs, I open my eyes and he’s there, in front of me, towering over me. I fall to my hands and knees and my eyes well up with tears.
“My Lord, I love you with all that I am and I serve you in all that I can,” I manage to choke out. Suddenly, I see his feet; he’s standing directly over me now. I lower my face to the floor and kiss the top of His right foot. As I move to the left, I feel His finger slip under my chin and he lifts my face. I keep my eyes closed.
“Look at me,” he orders.
His voice. The only sound worth hearing.
I obey.
I can’t see Him through the tears in my eyes but even the shape of Him is enough to cause a whirlwind of emotion. He lifts me to my feet and I struggle to find strength in my knees as he lets go. He moves His hand to cup the side of my face and wipes a tear from my cheek with His thumb.
“How can I deserve this? I feel unworthy of your presence and yet you touch my face in such a way.” I’m crying now. I lower my head and try to squeeze the tears out of my eyes. He lifts my face again and just stares into me, He waits for me to blink the tears away so that He knows I can see right into the brown and green planets that are His eyes.
“How could you not? Have you not loved me unconditionally? Have you not served me faithfully? Have you not been patient and devoted without question?” He speaks softly but firmly and His voice seems to reach right into me and grip my very existence. I shudder at the thought of having just questioned Him.
“I’m sorry, My Lord.”
“Is there anything that you have wanted more than this? Are you not grateful?”
“My desire for you consumes me. I live and breathe it.”
He smiles. He smiles at me. My hands begin to tremble.
“I have whispered to you in your dreams. I have taken your desire unto myself. I crave you and I will have you.” He takes my shivering hands in His and pulls me into Him. My body collides with His and my cheek rests on His chest. I can feel every muscle in my body tense and strain to be closer, like I would crawl right into Him if I could. His arms embrace me and it feels like nothing could or would ever touch me, see me, hear me. I let go of the breath I had been holding and I can feel His power resonate through me.
There is a flash of bright light and when my eyes adjust, when the light fades, we’re in a large room. It looks similar to the temple but feels separated from the wold entirely. There are candles everywhere, breathtakingly beautiful art adorn the walls and shelves, and there is a bed the size of some small houses in the center. I see the bed and the stairs to climb into it and my mind races. It runs and jumps and falls and crashes until I realize I’m being carried. With me in His arms, He climbs the steps to the bed and lays me down. He remains standing over me. Nothing could ever feel as right as it did to be at his feet.
“Your frailty concerns me. My power moves through anything that I touch and with it flows feelings that your body and mind cannot contain.” He looks at me with something that resembles fear and I feel compelled to reassure Him.
“I will stay with you. I will not fade or drift away. I will not turn from you.” I feel my words with all of me and he lowers Himself onto me. He moves agonizingly slow and I fight against the need to touch Him and pull Him closer. I feel Him begin to lean some weight into me and I tense again, from head to toe. He looks down at me, our faces inches apart. I pull in a deep breath and close my eyes.
“I am yours,” I whisper. Slowly, His lips touch mine. I feel them brushing and fighting against the power of it all.
“…please,” I whimper and He breaks. He presses His mouth into mine and I feel all of Him crushing into all of me. My body gives in. Every muscle relaxes, every thought dissipates and a fire fills me, melts everything inside me.
His lips.
I feel myself slipping away."
I experienced this kind of adoration last night and I'm still trying to pull my thoughts and feelings together.
Anyone have any input, thoughts, fantasies or similar experiences?
And would anyone be interested in me continuing to write this? That's all I have so far but I couldn't wait to share.
