It's an honor to sit at the Feet of Jesus Christ. Its a privilege unmatched. Nothing in this world , no Mundane thing can ever satisfy the desires of the Divine. NOTHING TERRESTRIAL CAN APPEASE THE CRAVINGS FOR THE CELESTIAL. The Lord Himself went to the Mountain to pray for that was His Connection and Lifeline to the Father.
Psalms 91:1
“He who dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.” We do not realize what we miss until we allow Him to apply Eyesalve on our eyes. Often we harbor the Illusion of Fullness or Plenty when infact in His reckoning we are wretched, Miserable , Blind and Naked.
A clear sense of who I am only comes from being at His Feet as Mary while Martha was busy, or as Enoch who walked with the Father. The Carnal/ Soulish crowds out this blessed privilege, offering cheap trinkets or Fakes of the Original. Empty charms that offer a glimpse of the celestial but never quite the Real thing. No ! I want the Real McCoy, the Original, the Lord Himself and nothing must substitute Him. The World attempts to keep us distracted hoping we take the bait. But at His Feet is our home, where we belong. You see who you truly are , not just an illusion of yourself but the wretchedness of your soul. Isaiah obtained the TRUE SIGHT when he cried ," Woe is me for Im undone" The Perfection of God's Glory devastated him, wrecked him. WHEN ITS ALL UNDONE, IT BEGINS, WHEN YOU ARE BLIND AND NAKED, THAT S WHERE IT STARTS.
