Borrowed Breath

I feel the Lord is calling me into a new season of pressing into His heart.  I want to know Him even as He knows me.  Now I know that in its purest sense, I will not truly know as I am known until the perfect has come, until the noise of this life is silenced for eternity.  But even now, I believe His gentle whisper, His still small voice can be heard through the clamor of this world.  I believe His voice of love can drown out the luring sirens of this temporal life.  And I want to hear that voice.

I want to hear Him whisper to me about how much He loves me.

I want to hear Him whisper to me about how much He loves you. And I want to hear specifics so I can repeat them to you.

I want to hear Him whisper to me about the things that make His heart break.  And I want to hear His whispered remedy.

I want to hear Him whisper to me about a pressing need in your heart, so I can join Him in interceding for you.

I want to hear Him whisper to me about a pressing need in my own heart, so I can join Him in interceding for me.

I want to hear Him whisper to me His desires for those around me, so I can join Him in bringing those desires to pass.

I want to know as I am known.
I want to press into the heart of my Redeemer.

I need Him.