Cool, smooth pebbles nestled firmly in a bed of concrete beneath my bare feet. The sun bringing warmth into the otherwise cool air. Storm clouds forming, shifting across the otherwise blue sky on the horizon of a brick wall fortified with broken glass shards and barbed wire. The smell of raw sewage running from the septic tank like a small creek, outlined by a path of mildew. The sound of birds carefree chirping.
A song plays on my iPod.
“Embracing Accusation’ by Shane and Shane
I am suddenly transported back to this place in Kenya while sitting for too long on a leather chair in Starbucks working on admin stuff for PATH.
I laugh aloud, remembering how I danced wildly before the Lord on this oddly placed round pedestal, taking care not to step off the edge….. How I danced and cried and prayed and lay prostrate before the Lord till I fell asleep in the warmth of the sun, only to wake ½ sunburned from laying on my side.
I’m amazed how my senses have captured each part of the picture. I can almost see the clouds changing shape and moving across the sky. The smell in the air is so real I can almost see the trickling stream. My feet tingle as they remember the shape of each stone beneath them. My Spirit is alive as I bask in the residue of that time in His Presence. It lingers like a sweet fragrance filling the air even now.
Lord, help me to be wildly in love with you each day…. Filling my heart with memories like this where all that mattered in that moment was You.
May the Lord fill YOUR week with a memory like this. Invite Him to a new adventure, and make a space for Him.
