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Day 9 Rapturous Love

I am a willing slave to love. I cannot escape it, nor do I want to.


It seems so ironic that He can live inside of me and yet my heart burns with a consuming passion for more. As I open my eyes to start the day, He is there. I sit quietly on my couch engaging with Heaven through worship music and exchanging words of love with the Lord. He is so glorious. The more I focus on Him, the more I sense Him drawing me closer. 

Light. Swirling light, in and around me today, rippling through the house like foggy beams of white glory. Feeling the literal pull of heaven on my heart today. My desire is to remain in this awesome awareness of His love and communion with me, while I clean and homeschool. Living in the place of veracious love is the place of continual bliss that I so crave.

I'll leave you with the words of Theresa of Avila...


"It left me utterly consumed by the great love of God. The pain was so severe that it made me utter several groans. The sweetness caused by this intense pain is so extreme that one cannot possibly wish it to cease. Nor is one's soul then content with anything but God. This is not a physical but a spiritual pain, though the body has some share in it. So gently is this wooing between God and the soul, that if anyone thinks I am lying I pray God in his grace to grant him some experience of it. 

Throughout the days that this lasted I went about in a kind of stupor. I had no wish to look or to speak, only to embrace my pain which was a greater bliss than all created things could give me. On several occasions when I was in this state the Lord was pleased that I should experience raptures so deep that I could not resist them even though I was not alone." 
- St Theresa of Avila

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