If you know me or have been around me long enough, you likely have experienced one of my deepest heart expressions of prayer and intercession. I love a good ol fashion time of prayer, crying out to God, petitioning Him, wrestling and in bold confidence declaring and decreeing forth His Word. But then there are those times where you just don’t want to pray.. say anything but simply sit, rest in quietness…His love. Lately, it has been more of the meditation and pondering with My Father than the speaking. It runs deep. The tangible love and weight of His presence and glory. It is a place you never want to leave. It is grand yet it is intimate.

He is the stillness of the night. He is the sound of the ocean waves. He is the sun just beginning to rise before the brightness lights the sky. He is the sleeping beauty of my son, his perfect face and soft cheeks as I kiss him good morning. He is the soft breeze on my face – the gentle blowing of the wind that sways the trees and moves the leaves. He is the affections with no other care to be or go. He is.

Where do I go from here? There is but no one. There is but nowhere one can truly be fulfilled. It is all wrapped up in Him.

Ashley Shuell, Journalist for Jesus ✍️