LaWanda - Jesus, precious Lord, how I praise you.  As I read your words to me, I am filled again by your grace and your mercy and your love that is being poured out on me again.  Grace so amazing, so divine.  I am undone again and again, Lord.  Thank you for your love and for your presence.

How do I see you, Lord?  I keep seeing you with my head on your chest, feeling your heartbeat, hearing your heartbeat.  What an amazing privilege to hear my Savior’s heartbeat.  The blood that flows through your veins, the heart that stopped beating in your death and started again in your resurrection.  The glorious miracle that you are!  And yet, you allow me to rest here in your arms.  Amazing, Lord.  Thank you.

Jesus – LaWanda, dear one, my precious one.  Even as you rest here, work is being done.  The work being done is a gift of faith to you.  Think of this – your faith is being brought alive and strengthened when you rest here.  It all starts with a decision to come.  I bless that decision by revealing myself to you… as you come.  Part of the revelation-secrets of my promises, LaWanda, is my presence.  Without my presence, there is no revelation; there is no promise.  My presence is the deep desire of your heart.  You will be satisfied with nothing else.  And no matter how much of Me you get, it will never be enough.  Never.  You will always want more.  The more is coming, LaWanda.