far as the East is from the West

Have you ever heard someone say, “worship like Jesus is in the room”.

What does that truly look like?

Would you dance crazy like David? Would you bow down at Jesus’ feet? Would you weep uncontrollably? Would you stand still in awe? Would He hold you? Would there be music playing? Would you wash his feet like the woman in Luke 7?

When I worship I picture my hands holding Jesus’ face, my hands running through his dark curly hair – and Him holding my face in his hands, lifting my chin upward. But when I picture that moment in Heaven when I am literally face to face with Jesus I see the same thing, holding each others faces in our hands. The difference is that I completely crumble into His hands. My tears soaking his hair, my makeup ruining the shoulder of his shirt. I hear Him whispering “I Love You”.

I wonder if I will want to ask Jesus about the injustices that surround the world when I see Him face to face? Will I get those random thoughts, of Oh I need to do this or that? Will we talk or just be silent? Will I sing out a song? Will there be other people in the room when I see Jesus face to face or will it just be Him and I together?

I know in this moment I will feel nothing but an overwhelming sense of I belong here, I look forward to this moment.

Hannah