So, I was chatting with a good friend of mine last night, when I began ranting about what it would be like to have lived in the time of Jesus.
I started thinking about it more today, in church.
I have realized I am in hysterical wonder…
- How tall was Jesus?
- What did His eyes look like?
- Was His hair curly//straight//wavy?
- Did He play any instruments?
- What did His voice sound like?
- What did His singing voice sound like?
- Did He have a favorite fruit, season, color?
I could rant on and on, dream about meeting Him one day, and just think up in my own mind different things I would ask Jesus if I could hang out with Him in person, for one day.
When I get deeper and deeper into my imagination and thoughts, I get this feeling in my soul, I feel happy and awe struck, along with many other sensations. I believe that this is called, “being in love”. I never realized how amazing it was to be so drawn to Jesus that I could literally say that I am in love with Him. How amazing is this feeling, I hope this never goes away. It brings a smile to my face and joy in my step. I kinda feel like running a marathon or seeing if I could jump to catch a cloud.
Things that seem impossible, I feel like I could do. I just wanna shout from a high mountain, “I’M IN LOVE WITH JESUS CHRIST!!!”
Sundays have begun to touch me in different ways than before. God brings things to my attention that I hadn’t thought about in a while, or people to my mind that I should pray for, etc…