Restore My Heart

Restore My Heart

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Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. –Song of Songs 8:6

 

I need You as my rhythm. I desire to know You more; ignite the smoldering places inside that sit in ash. Draw back the veil that has blinded my eyes, let my soul soak in Your gaze, full of love and mercy, charged with a fierceness that shows me You are coming for me.

You’re wanting to restore my heart, ready to exceed what I could hope for. You stand, chomping at the bit to crawl inside me, flood me with a thousand surges of sun, burst open the dead spaces and shine Your abundance into me. Oh, how You want to love me! Relentlessly. How You long for me to let You! To show up and save me and take me captive by Your fervent gentleness. If only I would open the door on which You scrape Your knuckles, desperate to come in. Clamoring for my attention, willing me to take Your hand.

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What keeps me from allowing myself all of You? When You are eager to consume my tender places, the yearning of my heart climbs to find You. I am timid to let myself go. But You are so patient with me, ever patient. How quickly You’d rush in if I dared to unlayer.

What does it look like to let Your love swallow me whole? And what is it You cannot wait to show me? Speak into my soul, warm Your breath beneath my breast, uncover my skin and splash me with Your intimacy, the sweet way You hold me. Pry away my reservations, the tentative grasp I shift between my hands to keep You at arm’s length. Be deliberate, break the distance, rush to me and lift my lips to taste and see the sacred kiss that melds my life completely to You. To rest assured in the honor and abandonment of Your wild love.

Be the lover of my soul, unshakeable and saturated in the great lengths You’ve spanned to find me and fall into my heart.

Sarah Rennicke

Sarah Rennicke loves words. She also loves people. And she loves weaving them together in honest and vulnerable ways. She loves slowing down and listening to the heartbeats of this world, exploring the hidden hopes and deepest fears tucked away in souls. She believes that God created imagination to truly see His handiwork, and that we are all desiring to be seen, known, and loved.

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