I spent tonight with people. People on fire with creativity. People on fire with live for God. These are always my favorite days.
The house is warm, cozy. Three little girls and a boy run circles in tutus or capes, falling exhausted on strangers’ laps. We all sit. Some on the floor, others on chairs pulled from kitchen tables. The couches are stuffed to the brim with anxious bodies. The smell of tea lingers, mugs strewn on end tables or ottomans. Our eyes are closed, mine watering I have them shut so tight. The guitar strums as scripture is read. Voices cry out and harmonies and melodies intertwine like two lovers’ hands held together. The piano is soft but the keys prod forth. I open my eyes to see hands raised to heaven and I laugh with joy at the feeling of satiation.
I realize that I am full. I realize that in this moment, God is here, present, whispering into my ear, His breath strange yet familiar upon my cheek. I look at the faces of my friends, my brothers and sisters, and for once in so long, I am not alone. No, God says, you’ve never been alone.
Restoration is God’s gift to me this week. He is gently rebuilding my worth, my perspective, and my heart. He tells me that I am his kid, his beloved, his joy. Three things I have hardly been to anyone else. He is reminding me that I have a beautiful inheritance.
Psalm 16:5-8 says…
“Lord, You are my portion and my cup [of blessing]; You hold my future. The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance. I will praise the Lord who counsels me - even at night my conscience instructs me. I keep the Lord in mind always. Because He is at my right hand, I will not be shaken.”
If this night is anything like heaven, ahhhh, count me in.