Somedays I am quieter than others. Perhaps this is true for
you as well. On these quiet days I am listening to something the daily noise of
Life seems to drown out. It is the sound of Peace and Hope and, well, God…
While it seems many people talk with and to God, and many of
those hear God talking to them, I sense something altogether different in the
spaces BEtween the noise of Life and my connection with God.
I sense the Generosity of Life.
I sense the Possible woven in and through what so long I imagined
IMPOSSIBLE.
I sense, too, how God has gently guided me toward what daily
unfolds as my Life. Now.
In the noise of all that I felt was Lost, Deleted, and Forever
Evaporated, I hardly thought about God. Or even Peace and Hope. I banged about
and charged headlong into this then that, simply hoping against hope I’d find
somewhere I fit and would BE welcomed, gladly, and generously…
This is NOT what happened. NOT even when I pretended with
all that I had in me it was. As I tried to squeeze myself into spaces I’d BEcome
stuck, never EVER ONCE thinking it was a gift I did NOT fit there…
In the quiet of realisation I found God.
I love you, Currie
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