Obsession

I am obsessed with my Father.

With this King called Jesus.

This God who is above all else.

I am obsessed with living for Him.

Pleasing Him.

And living attractively for Him.

I pursue Him obsessively, in this love affair of mine.

I love this King called Jesus.

Sometimes His breath oozes from behind me and I feel His presence lingering. The aroma of His very spirit awakens my soul to an excitement I have yet to encounter. And because I am hungry I continue to pursue the art of loving Him. It is delicate; this romance. It is above all else in my life. It is a spiritual, persisting fulfillment of my being.

It is obsessive.

Subtle, life changing, mind bending

passionate embraces with my Father.

With Him I enter into intimate, vulnerable, transparent moments.

And I am safe.

Obsessed. And Safe.

With my mind I cannot grasp this depth of this radical love for this God.

With my spirit I chase after that which I can only feel deeply, truly and raw.

With my lips I can offer up moments of solitude and surrender from the core of me.

I can offer obedience and overgrown lust for a God who stole my heart.

Obsessively I will reach for Him.

long for Him.

intertwine my life in His.

first and foremost.

Nothing greater, nothing more meaningful.

My Obsession.

What's yours?