It started with the decision to go for a run. It was a simple desire to stretch my muscles, clear my head, and enjoy the beautiful weather. As I ran in the shade along the lake shore, things felt different. I felt the Spirit doing something, and so I quickly yanked my headphones out of my ears and listened as I continued to run.
Everything that evening seemed clearer and more beautiful.
The contrasting colors of the water and mountains were something I had not seen before, and the sky seemed to have JUST been painted by a master artist.
Holy Spirit was breathing on me and awakening me to a place of wonder.
Peaking through the trees, the sun seemed to skip in front of me and beckon me to something. Its like Jesus had painted this new scene just for me…just for that moment. Coming around a bend, I saw it. The sun was shinning brightly on a piece of land jutting into the water, and my heart missed a beat. With a childlike skip in my step I ran to the little peninsula with anticipation…..Jesus was there, and I had to be there too.
In that sunny spot, I stood still, and I began to weep.
As my Fathers Spirit washed over me, tears poured down my face, and a smile grew from ear to ear. Somehow I collided with a new depth of God. Surrounded by the creation of his hands, and overwhelmed by His very presence, it just felt right. The Father released over me JOY, WONDER, and AWE.
I won’t try to fully explain that moment to you, because honest I can’t.
I choose to revel in the mystery.
The mystery of the daily life of a daughter of Christ. The good things He does for me and all He IS for me. I deserve none of them, EVER. Not when I think I am holy, not when I think I am scum.
But nevertheless, I will continue to swim in the wonder of it all.
