A Conversation With The Lord

“I want to love You more.” I said to the Lord.

“If you would love Me more, you must know Me.” He said.

“I do know You, Lord.”

“You do not know Me until You know that I am holy.”

“I know that You are holy, Lord.”

“You know it when can you see yourself through My holiness. Are you willing?”

“Yes, Lord.”

And the Lord showed me myself. The sting of every word spoken in anger, the ugliness of every slander whether I said it in my heart or from my lips, the repulsiveness of every ungodly fantasy lingered upon was shown me. I smelled the foul stench of my lust, fear, unbelief and scorn. I heard the true sounds of my half-hearted and polluted praise. Every incidence of hypocrisy was laid bare. I was exposed for the fraud I was. I was naked and ashamed.

I forgot all about asking God to love Him more. I could not even begin to think of coming near Him. He would never receive me. I closed my eyes, pleading inside that I would no longer have the lenses of holiness.

“Open your eyes,” the Lord said. “See My holiness.”

I cried out, “Lord, I cannot bear it!”

“Open your eyes, Child.”

I opened my eyes and my filth was being washed away. Every injury, every sin, every rebellious act of violence against God was removed. Jesus Himself clothed me and my shame was no more. And I saw that holiness was beautiful.

“I love you more, Lord!” I cried.

“The one who is forgiven much loves much,” He said.