Monday, May 12, 2008

God is Here

I walked into the deep dark night, the crescent moon lighting my way. Tilting my head back to fill my eyes with the night sky, the Big Dipper shone straight above me, full and clear. Laughter filled my soul. God is here.

In the morning light, I headed for the river rock trail and a still small voice said, ‘Turn.’ I turned away from the path, toward the sea, and there before me was a magnificent eagle soaring in the clear blue sky. God is here.

The persistent morning wind blew through the sunlit trees. Waving. Calling. Singing. I am here. Yahweh. Spirit. God.


She built an altar out of discarded metal—a ladder representing her fears. She built an altar to a God she said she did not know—a God whose name she could not speak. He wooed. He called. He said, “I am here.”

She waited. She listened. She struggled. She railed against the hope. She slept. Peace came and washed over her through a flood of tears. She wept. She knew. She spoke the name. “God is here!!”

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

Welcome back home lucy, your post really moved me especially the altar imagery. Much love to you this day, C

Ted Marshall said...

And God is here, in what you write.
Hugs x.

Sorrow said...

Bidden or not bidden
God is present.

Sue said...

This is so gently, hopefully, vulnerably sweet. Thank you for posting.

Dianna Woolley said...

Beautiful post. God IS here - thanks as always for your reminders.

xoxoxo

Anonymous said...

I wonder how often my soul has been too filled with noise to hear that quiet Voice say, "Turn". Beautiful post, Lucy.

Anonymous said...

Lucy,

I am DAZZLED and amazed! These words really spoke to me. And I'm not sure why. I'm learning to love when that happens. Thank you.

Brett

Kayce aka lucy said...

thank you all for your gracious comments and support! God is here!!!

Karen said...

Utterly, breathtakingly beautiful...