We are granted many things in life: breath. heartbeat. emotion. choice.
I won’t lie and say that I have always chosen the good. I am of the mindset: panic first, reason later…and that usually lands me in the raging ocean that comes in self-logic, thirsting for reality while swimming in a pool of illusion. Land is straight ahead, within my grasp and yet…the truth is that I choose to thrash and take on water. I pick the road that leads to this…but it doesn’t make it any easier to handle.
But then comes a moment when the Creator whispers from above. from below. from beside. from within.
It is a voice that stills even the most impossible of complications; a kiss that I’d know without sight or smell; a touch that serves to awaken every sense born within this flesh house. In the face of all the evidence that I am alone and undeserving, a small light breaks thru to reveal that not only am I not alone…I am loved with such reckless abandon that it leaves me dizzy at the smallest of glances from His majesty.
And as I cease my chaotic attempts to save myself, I am overwhelmed. overtaken. lost. found.
My heart is steadfast, O God!
I will sing and make melody with all my being!
Awake, o harp and lyre!
I will awake the dawn!
I will give thanks to you, O Lord, among the peoples;
I will sing praises to you among the nations.
For your steadfast love is great above the heavens;
your faithfulness reaches to the clouds.
Be exalted, O God, above the heavens!
Let your glory be over all the earth!
That your beloved ones may be delivered,
give salvation by your right hand and answer me!
Looking up, as always…