Expressions of love are the first clear waters that gather at the river’s beginning.
To encounter the Lord is not merely to learn of Him, but to know Him,
and to be known in return.
It is in this deep, Spirit-breathed knowing,
far beyond thoughts and far above language,
that eternal life begins its quiet pulse within the heart.
The heart steps forward, and the mind bows back,
and suddenly what we know of His glory is no longer information,
but illumination.
Scripture tells us Joseph did not “know” Mary until after Jesus was born.
Yet even that sacred intimacy is but a distant shadow
of the knowing God invites us into.
There is a depth of communion with Him
no earthly union can ever touch.
For it is in the tasting,
that one comes to understand what fruit truly is.
Many speak of fruit,
many can weigh it, name it, analyze it,
fruit “experts,” confident and polished,
and yet they have never let the sweetness touch their tongue.
But the psalm still whispers its ancient invitation,
“Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good.”
Goodness is not a theory.
It is an encounter.
It is a knowing.
And when the tide of our soul recedes,
when insecurities rise like exposed stones
and longing aches within us like a deer panting for the brooks,
the Lord does not turn away.
He sees the weakness of our frame.
He understands the fragile tremble of our flesh.
So we wait, dear saint,
not in despair, but in quiet expectancy,
for the tide always returns.
His presence always comes again to the seeking heart.
And when it rises once more,
we are refreshed, restored,
and know again that we are known
by the One who called us His own.
A Call To The Remnant 