do you ever get glimpses of something you can't quite name, but want to understand or really see? i'm having glimpses of something more and more lately.
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Something akin to C. S. Lewis's Shadowlands. Something a bit far off, but tangible.
I think most of life is like that for writers. There's always a plot in the offing or a character that is becoming clearer and clearer.
Then there is the "face of God" that takes shape as life goes on and we mature.
Paul was right, "We see through a glass darkly."
I'm getting glimpses so often I'm feeling like I'm at a dark smoky disco with a strobe light flashing, and there I am, the estatic dancer, tripping on how weird the flashes of light are making me feel.
It's a good, God thing.
Yes! Thank you! That word has danced on the tip of my tongue and played in the corners of my mind for weeks now. Spiritually speaking, that is. There is a line in one of Selah's new releases that says something to the effect of: "Sometimes I think I glimpse eternity." Five, or two, or maybe even just a year ago I might have thought that line a bit morbid. But now it brings tears and a major "aha" moment. It is a matter of growth, I think. Expanding the mind, opening the eyes of our hearts. May mine be ever more opened...
Sometimes it seems I've jumped from a precipice and I'm free-falling, not knowing where I'm going to land. I used to be scared of this until I realized that even in this place of air and space I'm still floating in His arms. I keep looking around, trying to glimpse the plans I feel Him hinting at--the places in Him I will explore and the pieces of me He will use. Sometimes I get a partial view and my heart beats a little more quickly and my faith stretches another length, then the vista disappears and I try to rest on His breast as we keep falling.
Paula
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