Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.
Yes, God is mysterious as fog, but please, don't give me that stuff about God playing hard to get. She is so into you I can't believe you don't see it. She's flagrant about it. She writes you the steamiest letters in the colors of sky and leaf, in stone and sea and child, her hands are all over you, she has moves that—admit it— make you blush. He's in your dreams, whispers to you when you aren't listening. You think those scriptures are some dry text but it's him, fawning all over you, saying your name. She wears the most revealing outfits, struts her stuff, begs for attention. They've always been like that. Going on singles cruises, trolling the skankiest bars in town, hoping for luck. She has no shame, no holding back. I'd take her aside and talk to her about decorum and such, but golly, I can't even get in the same room with her without her climbing all over me. She's yours, mate.
Yeah, it's a little wild. Razor's edge. I get why you pull back. But listen. Secretly, so in the dark you don't even know, it's your own heart that's flirting with everything that moves. She's the one who's holding you quietly, calmly, murmuring, “Easy. Easy. I'm right here. You've got me. It's OK.”
Deep Blessings Pastor Steve ______________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net
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