“Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.” Matthew 6: 9
Recently I had an encounter with God where He held my face and I clasped my hands upon the back of His so that He was holding my cheeks in the palms of both hands. Our fingers tangled like the worry that is in my head and He whispers “shhhhh” within the funnel of my ear; His echo inside my noisy brain calms the tender pain of a thought-filled heart. And I am afraid no longer and the world spins back into order as I rest against His cheek and hear the rhythm of His smooth skin into the curve of my ear. I listen to the world inside of Him as if my ear is pressed to the ground of soil, the earth firm and humming to its own rhythm of budding seeds which grow underneath, for spring is nigh.
God hums like perfect machines inside a perfect factory of brilliant silk and sliding down the tendrils of lighted gloss are the words . . . nothing is wrong, nothing broken, no pain, heaven on earth, all is well . . . words hard to hear in the heat of sorrow or the cave of hopeless dreams.
We are together and I forget what I was worried about and the loneliness of the moment. And we dance and He smiles, a crystal gleam to His eyes of which there is no color because they are bright like the sun.
Perfect step, perfect rhythm, Third Heaven on earth . . . Ask Him for a dance.
Love to all, Dianne
Dianne H. Timmering, MBA, MFA, CNA
Vice President of Spirituality
Signature Consulting Services, LLC