"he puts the deep into storehouses" psalm 33:7
King Constant gives me keys to His vast and many storehouses. Today I stop and select the key of childlike-boldness to open the door to a room that holds the deep. The door swings open and the deep stays contained within the borders he created for it - he is a masterful architect. I step in to the midst of the deep, dark blue waters, which move quietly and gather me into peace. I am surrounded and I have so much space to be. Earthly expectations fall off at the door to the deep, for they are not made to withstand the weight of glory. Free of such hindrances, I move and rest freely. While at first dark and sober, the further I swim into the deep, the more I notice light dancing playfully, penetrating even the lowest realms of these waters. Light unafraid of being misconstrued in its journey to the depths stirs my heart and mind and soul to lightness, too. There is no fear in love. The King's storehouses are only filled with good things. Gradually the shadows fall behind me and all I feel is joyful gratitude. I am carried here. I am safe. I can rest and not look back, trusting the God of the deep to lead me into brighter and clearer understanding of his ways and means. King Constant is the God of the deep. King Constant is the Breath inside me sustaining me. King Constant is my friend. He made a covenant of love with me, signed it by writing his name on my heart with a blood-filled engraving, sealed it with a holy kiss and his Spirit taking up residence within me. King Constant, he is holy. What hue of light would you like me to gather up and take with me from the storehouse of the deep today, my King? What hue and what texture? "Joy comes in the morning." Ah, a light that comes with a melody! To gather up this gift, I loosen up the knots, unwind, and open up the wineskin in which my heart has been maturing. I open it all the way up so my heart is fully exposed to the joy coming to wrap around me, the song of hope that is running at me full speed. Its notes envelope my heart, lift it, twirl it in embrace, then this joy itself reties the wineskin around me. "Joy, joy, joy, joy, down in your heart, down in your heart, down in your heart. Joy, joy, joy, joy down in your heart, down in your heart to stay." The song repeats and takes on harmonies and rich instrumentation as I swim back to the door of the deep. Something like viola and cello strings are the loudest in the tender mixture of things when my feet touch the ground again at the doorframe. I breathe deeply, looking out from the deep into the hallway. Isn't he wonderful, King Constant, isn't he lovely, to send me to gather up some of his joy to hold and even more to give away generously? The more I give, the more I have welling up in me. I step out of the deep. Shoes have been left at the doorway for me. I lace them up and stride onward, feet fitted with the readiness of the gospel of peace. It's a new day. It's a fresh morning. Joy is here, King Constant's joy in me. Comments are closed.
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