Some days I see just the fence.
But other days,
I press right up close, eye to the gap,
and look straight through.
When I go outside with God in the Yard, I seek the open space.
I want to look through.
I leave a hole in time.
I ask for the open space.
Margin around the edges.
Empty spots with no expectations.
What does God want to say today? What does he want to show? What does he want me to see?
I’m sure I still miss him by a wide margin on many days.
But there are days . . .
- when ducks hear me laugh out loud at how God made their bodies flip upside down as they dabble in water
- when I marvel at how trees defy gravity pulling down, and lift limbs up instead, in proud praise to the Son
- when I sit long enough to actually lose track of time (has it been 5 minutes or 30?) as he stills me in the quietness
On those days, the sky is wide open.
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How will you carve out breathing space this week? Please share in the comments.
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