Psalms Chapter 91 1 He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
I, too, have been there – in the secret place of the Most High God.
Like Moses, I have been on the mountain top, hesitant to come down and take up the mundane duties of earthly living.
Like Job, I was in the ash heap, but I came out saying, “I shut my mouth. I knew nothing before, but now I’ve seen Him! I know Him!”
Like David, I’ve washed the altar with my tears and joyed in sins forgiven.
Like Isaiah, I’ve seen Him high and lifted up. (Here I am, peeking over the earth’s rim, back here, behind the cherubim and seraphim. You are awesome, Lord. I love you.)
Like John I have leaned on His breast and dwelt there until His breath became my breath.
Like Mary, I have sat at His feet, and
like Martha, I have served Him in the kitchen.
I’ve been to places too wonderful to tell, beginning when, like the centurion, I stood at the cross and knew that, truly, there hung the Son of God.
I’m pretty sure I have used this on blog before, but tonight (Sunday) it is awesome in my soul – the magnificence of an Almighty God who cares for me, whom He loves even more than he loves the angels, cherubim, seraphim, or any other of his created wonders. That is also how much He loves you.