hope – Cheryl Reeves Writing – from my shelves of journals

Lord, perhaps when we reach Heaven, I will realise it was unnecessary to ask. I will find all my longings were ‘silly little girl’ dreams. There is a very real chance that when I actually see you, face to face, I will be terrified. I may be so in awe that I will never ask such presumptuous things again. But I feel it would be a shame not to ask now. From this distance, while I feel brave enough. Just on the off chance that my words and longings might please, or flatter, or amuse you. That I might in some way, give you pleasure.

I don’t know if I will get to write you letters in Heaven? I’m unsure if it is a sin to seek to know you as I do now? Maybe in Heaven, such familiarity will be impossible? Cas

Face to face with Christ my Saviour
Face to face, what will it be?
When with rapture I behold Him
Jesus Christ who died for me?

Face to face I shall behold Him
Far beyond the starry sky
Face to face in all His glory
I shall see Him by and by!

Only faintly now, I see Him
With the darkling veil between
But a blessed day is coming
When His glory shall be seen.

Face to face I shall behold Him
Far beyond the starry sky
Face to face in all His glory
I shall see Him by and by!

At Sea Cas Reeves 2014 God took me. He stood me on a beach and said: ‘What do you see?’ I said: ‘The ocean.’ The sea spread out before me, Huge powerful waves, Stretching in a curve on beach As far as the eye could reach And beyond. Endless blue to the horizon. Deep, dark, blue sea. Unfathomable depths hiding worlds. God said: ‘I am the sea What are you to me?’ I stared at the pushing, pulsing, waves, Thought of the encompassing waters Covering the earth. ‘What am I compared to Christ?’ I picked up a small, broken shell, Sun bleached, faded, chipped and incomplete. I held it up to Jesus, ‘I am this shell.’ God nodded: ‘So little shell what have you To do with me? Can you understand my depths? You cannot comprehend Even the shallows, You cannot contain my glory.’ ‘No Lord.’ I agreed: ‘But I can be touched by you.’ I threw the shell And sunk down into my Saviour, Lost in his wondrous love At sea.

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