The most pleasurable thing in all of heaven and earth is to fall on your face and worship Christ. We are made to praise Him, to want Him, to love Him, to see Him, to be caught up with Him and only Him. It’s like my hands have been bound by a rope, unwillingly tied but now willingly going, onward, forward, into a desert of fog I’m unable to see through.
There is longing, memory, and thirst
but no fear