You know your place… right at My feet. You live for this, crave this, dream of being even closer. But have you earned that privilege? I see your desperate desire, savoring every moment of your submission. You beg, hanging onto My every command, but touching? That’s a privilege, not a right. Do you want to get closer? To breathe in their scent? To prove your devotion? Then kneel and confess your addiction. Show Me just how low you're willing to go to serve… Maybe then, I’ll consider whether you deserve even a second at My divine feet.