Beloved Lord Jesus ...

I exhale, releasing all the things I treasure.  They rise like balloons, wafting weightlessly like countless rainbows against a clear blue sky. Each balloon a possession, a thing that I call mine. How I long for the delight of possessing nothing. Even you, my Lord will never be possessed. Yet I believe in the Imperishable Seed eternally buried in the deepest part of my heart. The Living Seed that is my deposit guaranteeing an eternal love affair with the One I love.

I also breathe up and out a few black balloons -- the hurts and lies that hold me captive -- releasing them into Your sky.  And I see your finger touching and bursting each one to fall away in tatters, leaving only a myriad of iridescent rainbows in Your care!

Don't fear my beloved one –
just abide
and listen.
You will hear me.
Period.

Love,
Jesus

Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, “This is the way; walk in it.” (Isaiah 30:21 NIV84)

Holy Spirit, you are like a butterfly ... beautifully lingering and delighting, but taking flight at the grasp.