This morning the above words from Psalm 121 fairly leapt
out at me, the image so clear that I glanced immediately to my right to see the shade; I almost thought I could. Often what I read in the morning is gone by
mid-day, but now, three hours later, I am still thinking, seeing, breathing
the certainty that the Psalmist put those words down for me, for me.
If my God is shading me, he is not very far away at all. In fact, he is right here beside me, ready to
catch me if I fall, ready to protect me, ready to give me comfort, ready, with
the touch of his hand, to keep me from saying something hurtful. His presence here, with me, for always. It’s another of those thin places in my
day: when the reality of the limitless
nudges, even pushes over on its heels, my own flawed vision of the same. Move over, child: here comes the actual, the
powerful, the loving, the eternal.
This is Sunday: don’t
you need a little God-breathed thin place?
You write beautifully, Julie. I am heartened by your words. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteAnd I am heartened in return. One writes for oneself, but always in hope that others will affirm as well. Thin places help me to write. Blessings on your own thin places. Julie
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