I searched and searched and I simply cannot find in photo form what I saw. This is the closest. The floor was clean and smooth, and indescribably shiny. I was wearing white, and I couldn't see Him, but He was there right before me. He offered his arms and I accepted.
The muscles in my back still felt the tightness of holding a sleeping baby, and she wiggled and smashed her nose into my chest. My six year old's feet swung and kicked the chair next to me in time with the music.
Every thing and every one else faded and we were all that was left, and that shiny floor. He swept me gracefully, smoothly around in a fairytale dance, singing love over me. My body just rested and breathed, and I heard only His voice, echoing deeply through the open room.
I experienced a strange overlap of the spiritual and physical for just a short time during church this morning, and it was beautiful. The spiritual is just as real as the physical, and I feel MORE alive when I see both, because I know we were created for both.
This post is a little short, and ends rather abruptly, I just wanted to capture that moment before it was lost.
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