Where did lightning last strike during your day? Oh I know full well for those in the northeast and western winter land that thunderstorms are a rarity--but I am using lightning as a metaphor. When did your life last fill with electricity? When did you hear thunder? Something, anything that stopped you in your tracks and remind you that you are alive? It could have been a smile on somebody's face, a kind word spoken in the check-out line--both of which said you are alive as a person. Or, was it just an insight, one of those "A-Ha" experiences when a lot of puzzle parts fell together and you said "wow". Or just simply the stirring in the soul..a very quiet movement as if you carried a child inside--which of course you do, the child of God which God blesses and calls into life.
I am saying--"Stay awake in life, don't sleep walk through it--or as Mary Oliver said, "My God I don't want to wake up some day and realize I visited this life." Some folks keep a journal. They go through the day, alert, awake, looking, waiting for lightning to strike--and it does--because as the poet says, the world is aflame with the Spirit of God, "like shook foil." And we tend to see it increasingly as we learn what it means to open the eyes and the see the world that God created--full of lightning strikes!
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