in the secret, quiet place

On Monday, during my 9am psychology class I had a somewhat strange but wholly beautiful experience. Jesus came and sat with me for a while. He came to talk to me through my own writing. Here is the whole story...

My prayer this week has been this: "Jesus, tell me what you love. I want to love it, too."
That prayer runs through my head daily, always in the back of my mind. But this morning, Jesus answered my call. I had this irresistible impulse to start writing. So I wrote down that prayer. And suddenly, my hand began forming letters, into words, into sentences. I wasn't sure where it was coming from until I sat back to read what I had written. It was an answer straight from Jesus, a literal answer to my prayer. He said this...
"I don't need to. You know what I love, daughter. I love my children. You shall love them, too. You aren't letting me use you. Your heart is closed off. You need to open up. Love them with my love."

Then again today, in my psychology class, Jesus spoke to me through an impulse to write. Today He reminded me of an interaction from back in my junior year of high school. I had broken up with a guy just a few weeks before, and though I was no where near heartbroken, I was still in a vulnerable place. It was my first (and up to this point, last) experience with that kind of a thing and I was not sure how to navigate through it. I wondered why it hadn't worked out, even though it had been a mutual decision to end the relationship and no one's feelings had been hurt.
But I still wondered if it had been my fault that things had slowly fizzled out. "Maybe I'm not pretty enough," I wondered, "maybe I talk too much or laugh too much or live in my own little world where enjoying princess movies is okay there, but not out in the world of dating relationships." I wasn't depressed or suffering, just a little down and out. Just as every girl is from time to time. But it was in that moment that I heard a soft, clear voice saying "I love you!" from behind me. I looked around, expecting to see someone, but no one was there. At least no one I could see. And it came again and again. And then came a sense of contentment and secrecy that I still can't explain. I knew Jesus was right there with me, telling me how much He really loved me. And I believed Him. OH HOW I BELIEVED HIM.

And so today, this is what He had me write:
"Remember when I came to you in history class and told you that I love you, out loud and audibly? You believed it then. Do you believe it now, though it is not always audible and out loud? But it IS out loud, my dear. My love is in and all around you. Come sit with me."

You've heard that song "In the Secret" by Andy Park (also sung by Sonicflood and MercyMe)?
It's amazing to me that that secret, quiet place is conditional only to God's timing and will. It can literally come to us in any time or place. This just speaks even more loudly to my post early this week about sitting in God's presence and letting Him shower us with His love in whatever way He chooses. Apparently Jesus likes to sit in on my classes with me. Sweet :)

Abba, I want to know you more.