Vulnerability

last July, i wrote this in my journal when talking to the Lord:

“I know that the way I show up before you is the way I show up before people— with all my layers on. my coat, my hat, my best smile, my best hair, but never all of me”

Jesus would you walk me into the freedom of sonship”

to whoever you are, reading this, my question to you is this: 

When was the last time you showed up exposed? naked before Him? is there a deep rooted fear that He would see all you are and tap out? Are there signs that say in bold red “do not cross” across your heart, that keep him at arms length? 

Last summer, God told me that he knew me “ without permission”. As in, he knew me because he was God— not because I let him.

I want to grow into an intimate love. 

The truth is, nothing could ever separate us from his love. Nothing. Not who we are, not who we were—not the worst of our fears.

He bought our proximity. He gained us access. Before the blood we didn’t even have the option to be intimate with the father. But because of Jesus, because of this blood it’s —into•me•you•see, intimacy. 

I want to live in the proximity (proskyneō) he paid for.

Romans 8:28-35

What shall seperate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble, or hardship or persecution, or famine or nakedness or danger or sword?