Come Fill Me Again...

**I am dedicating this post to my friends, Cheryl and Elaine, who have both ministered to me in the recent past. Thank you.**


The other day, I read my friend Elaine's post on "The Mirrored Truth" and it rubbed a tender wound inside of me. I so identified with what she was talking about, what she saw when she looked into the mirror. I've been told that I am a natural 'mystic' simply because of the way I can become attuned to His heart in such an intense way. I see this in Elaine as well and that is why I am drawn to her writings. Recently, I had been unearthing some of my old writings and was gripped by that time when I shared the most intimate time with Jesus. I realize now that my soul has been 'out of sorts' for a while because I miss my First Love desperately. Yesterday, I went into the prayer room at church and fell to my knees and the song that filled my lips was:





Oh, the power of His love. Let it surround you.
And would you believe that the next song to fill my lips was not a "Christian" song but words that echoed my heart to His:




Oh, yes, He filled up my senses as noone ever will.

Come fill me again, Oh Lord.
How well I remember that meditation room at York U, the skylight with the rays of heaven pouring on to me, with my guitar and my broken heart. How the warmth of the sunlight was like the warmth of Your grace, pouring over me, filling me, suffusing my senses, satisfying me, carrying me, loving me. And I loved You right back. During that time, I knew I was beautiful, simply because I knew I was Yours. Since then, I have forgotten as life pressed in on me, but no more. I am Yours and there is Noone else like You.
Lovingly yours,
Sita