I think of a child running through the meadows, wide-eyed with wonder, a radiant smile, hands outstretched to Heaven, spinning around, throwing up flowers to the sky, to God. Taking in the mountains and fields, loving life, rejoicing in it. Loving God who he can feel there with him, who he knows intimately, talks to and praises openly, with all his heart, thanks God for the beauty of nature, which he knows are God’s gifts to His children, fruit of His love.
And God responds to this innocent boy, perfect in heart, by coming alive around him. As the boy runs, the flowers around him open up, the clouds part to reveal a beautiful sunset, a breeze blows his hair, light shines down on him, birds fly by, deer appear. It’s the manifestation of God smiling and hugging the boy, telling him how much He loves him. And likewise, as if trying to hug back just as hard, the boy shouts at the top of his lungs, “LORD! I love you with all my heart!!!”
And being overwhelmed with this euphoric experience he falls backward into a soft bed of flowers, eyes closed, no longer focusing on the manifestation of God, but rather God Himself, there beyond the senses. He doesn’t know what else to do except whisper over and over, “I love You. Thank You. I praise You.” Then his joy reaches the next level where his smile turns into a frown and tears of supernatural joy freely flow from his face. The boy doesn’t care who sees or about anything else going on, because all he cares about is loving and worshiping God as much as he can.
[written with my left hand, while my right was sprained, on 1/16/14]