It is dark and quiet. I seem to always be up way before light. I think about my neighborhood and think of the miracle that my neighbors are all unconscious together. I look out toward the woods and see nothing even though there are trees within a few feet of me and I am thankful for light and I wonder at His first thought of light and did He smile? Classes begin today and I think of all those empty neurons in my student’s brains and wonder at what I might say or do to fill them up and what an empty and full neuron might look like. I imagine it unbuckling its belt and stretching out to relax after a full meal of art class. I love sitting alone with God, experiencing life in a way that my senses are wholly inadequate for. Our senses will prove to us there is a God (Romans 1:20) but Someone else is needed to know Him—the Holy Spirit. I like that name Holy Spirit, makes me marvel with imagination. It is dark and quiet and my imagination is filled with light leaking from behind The Veil.
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