The entirety of my life exists solely in moments.
Joy-filled moments.
Pain-ridden moments.
Moments of debilitating fear and grief.
And moments of overwhelming, Divinely-inspired peace.
Moments are a stilling of time.
And they give hope to a promise.
A promise of Him.
A promise of Heaven coming to Earth.
A promise of forever.
Moments are a Divine Awakening.
As though they exist only for us.
As though we were Created solely for them.
As though the Creator of the cosmos maneuvered all things to give humanity a glimpse of something beyond themselves… Him….in a moment.
I have spent much of my life living with moments, but never in them.
I searched for Him in them relentlessly, trying to make sense of His seeming absence.
But how can one search for something already present?
Or…. "Where can one go from His presence?"
There needs to be a surrender.
A surrender of the dividing walls: Secular versus Sacred.
For I had traded in the Divine for Commonplace.
As though each moment was less than Eternal.
But moments are a kissing of Heaven and Earth.
And in that union, I am found - Divinely placed, and eternally loved.
And nothing can separate me from those Divine moments.
For each moment is Divine.
And The Divine cannot be contained.
For I am always standing on Holy Ground.
