A Spirit Lifted In His Love

Oh, the beauty of it—the weight and responsibility of being a daughter of the Most High. It’s a weight that doesn’t crush but steadies, a responsibility that feels both sacred and freeing. There’s something holy about carrying His name, something that asks me to rise while also reminding me that I’m already held.

I’m in awe of the wonder of this life on this side of heaven—to be completely safe, kept under the shadow of His wings. There’s a rest here, a covering that cannot be shaken. To lay beneath His shade is to find both shelter and sunlight, to bask in the never-ending unfolding of His love. It feels like being hidden and revealed all at once, protected yet fully alive.

And the more I rest here, the more I realize—this isn’t a passive safety, it’s a fierce one. His wings are not fragile feathers but a fortress stretched wide. His shade is not the dimming of light but the unveiling of truer light. Every moment spent in His presence is an unfolding, a deepening, a crescendo of love that does not plateau. It keeps rising, drawing me higher, lifting me to places beyond my imagination.

Up here, the heights are different. High above the trees, I feel weightless—gently flowing with the wind, carried more than striving. From this vantage point, His peace wraps around my spirit, steadying it. It’s the kind of perspective I could never earn or climb into on my own. Only in His arms am I lifted here, blessed with eyes that see beyond the shadows, a horizon stretched wide with hope.

Something happens to the spirit in this place. The soul quiets. The body eases. The noise below becomes faint, like a far-off hum that no longer dictates the rhythm of my heart. From here, the spirit learns how to breathe again—slow, deep, unhurried breaths that match the cadence of heaven. Worries that once felt immovable shrink to their true size, small against the endless expanse of His presence. Up here, the spirit remembers what it was made for: communion, freedom, rest wrapped in glory.

In the quiet of indescribable peace, my spirit rises beyond the weight it once bore, carried into the infinite. Every fiber of being vibrates with the wonder of His love. The sky is no longer a limit but a mirror of His heart. I am alive in a way that trembles and soars, held yet unbound, utterly known, utterly free—and it is only here, in the fullness of His embrace, that I understand the heights I was always meant to reach.

Father, I come before You in awe of Your love—vast, unshakable, and unfailing. Let me fully know the depth and the width of Your affection, the height of Your care, and the endlessness of Your embrace. Help me rest here, in Your arms, letting go of striving and fear, knowing that I am completely held and fully known. As I walk through my everyday life, let the weight of Your presence transform me. Renew my mind with Your truth, shape my heart with Your compassion, and open my eyes to see myself, others, and every moment through Your perspective. May Your love not only surround me in quiet intimacy but overflow into every breath, every choice, and every step I take. Let me live fully, freely, and courageously as a daughter of the Most High, carried always by Your Spirit. Amen.

"Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen." — Ephesians 3:20-21