If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. – Psalms 139:8

Some days.  Some early morning days just start in the basement of restless thoughts before I find my way to you.

I just lift my hands to you.  Sometimes I don’t know how to do this.  All that rests on my shoulders, the flurry of thoughts, to do’s, responsibilities, all the mountains of un-done and in process.  Nothing ever feels like it’s at the finish line.  Some days God.  I’m not discouraged; just feel rather small for the task.  I let go of it all and sit at your feet.  I curl up in you, focusing on who you are and feel myself grow, and grow and rise up and become higher and bigger than all the responsibilities, the things pulling on me, the desires of life, and for the people I carry in my heart.   From here I smile, even laugh at the joy of you in my life: the creator of all things.  I love you so much.  You are beautiful, and you make all things beautiful.  I didn’t even know I was burdened; life has such a ‘normal’ yoke to all that I carry.  Yet you you YOU come and I feel so light, high and easy.  It’s just not fair that some have never felt this love flow through them, and lift them above all the mire of this crazy world.  Yet here you are so freely pouring out beauty and love and hope on us all.  Lies, only lies hold us back from the greatest love, the greatest source of strength and refreshment and plain ol’ hilarity.  We were made for you.  The deepest part of each of us is hungry for you; we just don’t know it.  You are so good.  Yet, that is truly an understatement.  You are in a good mood.  You are for us and not against us.   You smile over us.  You long to hold each one of us in a never-ending embrace, you dream great dreams and purposes for our lives, you put a unique piece of yourself in each one of us that is so beautiful and is so hungry to know its maker, its home.  My heart aches for people to know this love, to live in the very thing that is at the center of desire in every human heart.  All that we hunger for, yet misplace with temporary affections.

Ding.  Ah, this is my floor.  Thank you.

God, I’m learning that it just doesn’t matter where we start, but rather that we find You where ever we are.

Let me run loose and free, celebrating God’s great work, every bone in my body laughing, singing, “God, there’s no one like you. – Psalm 35:9