I love these days where the ocean and the sky are completely indistinguishable. The horizon cannot decide where to begin, end, or even appear for that matter. White caps and clouds simulate an illusion of my own Atlantis.
I surmise that one perfectly maneuvered leap would launch me into the depths of the blue surrounding me. I would be swimming and flying all at once.
And while my body longs to take that leap of faith, the heavens plead to sequester the showers within their masses and saturate the world in salt, sea, and sky.
There is such sweet release in rain.
Somehow my Creator seems to know that the only kisses I need are the droplets that He pours from the sky onto my bare skin. And somehow He makes life livable, because not everything will be okay all the time.
But I am okay with not being okay, because His love rains down similar to the torrents that are flooding the earth momentarily.
So, I say, let it pour.
Saturate.
Drench me.
Rain upon the world torrents of healing and redemption.
Reign upon the world forevermore in Your divine love.
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Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Opting out of the Umbrella
I love these days where the ocean and the sky are completely indistinguishable. The horizon cannot decide where to begin, end, or even appear for that matter. White caps and clouds simulate an illusion of my own Atlantis.
I surmise that one perfectly maneuvered leap would launch me into the depths of the blue surrounding me. I would be swimming and flying all at once.
And while my body longs to take that leap of faith, the heavens plead to sequester the showers within their masses and saturate the world in salt, sea, and sky.
There is such sweet release in rain.
Somehow my Creator seems to know that the only kisses I need are the droplets that He pours from the sky onto my bare skin. And somehow He makes life livable, because not everything will be okay all the time.
But I am okay with not being okay, because His love rains down similar to the torrents that are flooding the earth momentarily.
So, I say, let it pour.
Saturate.
Drench me.
Rain upon the world torrents of healing and redemption.
Reign upon the world forevermore in Your divine love.
I surmise that one perfectly maneuvered leap would launch me into the depths of the blue surrounding me. I would be swimming and flying all at once.
And while my body longs to take that leap of faith, the heavens plead to sequester the showers within their masses and saturate the world in salt, sea, and sky.
There is such sweet release in rain.
Somehow my Creator seems to know that the only kisses I need are the droplets that He pours from the sky onto my bare skin. And somehow He makes life livable, because not everything will be okay all the time.
But I am okay with not being okay, because His love rains down similar to the torrents that are flooding the earth momentarily.
So, I say, let it pour.
Saturate.
Drench me.
Rain upon the world torrents of healing and redemption.
Reign upon the world forevermore in Your divine love.
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