Self - Conscious

Later in the morning He sent for me. My self-consciousness, my shyness had made me feel shut out from Him, but my heart had been continually crying out, with ever-increasing love, to Him. When I entered His little room and knelt at His feet and looked up into eyes of Love which I suddenly found I could meet, He put out His hand and said, “Now; now!"
I laid my head on His knee. The tears came. He lifted my face and
wiped them away. “God shall wipe away all tears.” Ah, this
blessed Day!
I cannot remember exactly what happened, only that Love
immeasurable flowed out from Him and was reflected in my poor
heart. One thing I do remember. When He lifted my face, while He was wiping away my tears, He said in a voice of infinite sweetness, like the sighing of the wind which “bloweth where it listeth and we know not whence it cometh or whither it goeth": “Speak. Speak to Me!” His words in English sink into your very soul. What I lose by not understanding Persian! “O my Lord, may my life speak to you!” I cried.
(Diary of Juliet Thompson)