To see six Inches below the surface

I find it so amazing, the beauty of the world...how intricately it has been designed, even the way my own life plays out. For instance, just recently I was reading through a scene in a book I'm writing and the characters are bantering back and forth, and due to their situation they are trying to encourage each other about the unexpected changes they are facing being a good thing. One character focused on Hebrews 11:1, the other one in the scene was more struck by Isaiah 40:31. Today in church...the sermon's focal point was Isaiah 40:28-31. 58:11:1 "Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen." & 23:40:28-31 "Do you not know? Have you not heard? The Everlasting God, the Lord, the Creator of the ends of the earth does not become weary or tired. His understanding is inscrutable. He gives strength to the weary, and to him who lacks might He increases power. Though youths grow weary and tired, and vigorous young men stumble badly, yet those who wait for the Lord will gain new strength; they will mount up with wings like eagles, they will run and not get tired, they will walk and not become weary." So I found myself searching today, for the words to clarify the feelings within, the questions that are resounding through my head like the deep, and trying to seek the patience and the peace to wait on the Lord. Today in church, it wasn't so much what the Pastor said, in fact it was less what he said, instead I would say it was because I was waiting, without words myself that in that quiet place within I found the companion of my soul, my Savior, waiting beside me, whose very hands formed the waters, who called out the stars one by one, name by name, He was there with me, looking into the very waters I was...and His touch in that moment...and I was transformed, and it became less about seeing below the surface, and instead experiencing anew the euphoria of discovery, the awe that stikes you as you round a bend and find a beautiful vista that beckons to something deep within and you know what you behold was created just for you in that moment. So the deep mysteries still team beneath the surface...but for now...there is the water, the surface, this moment and the discovery...the epiphany in the waiting...

Glimmers and First Flight

Here I am...the first entry...no plans for grandeur or brilliance, rather I find myself in a simpler state. Existence. This is my first entry of a blog like nature. I'm in the middle of a move, and my internet is best described as sketchy...or at least the connection is of a volatile nature. But a brilliant Poetess captured my intrigue when describing her own blog and the reasons for it, and today I'm drawn, I feel this building need, and the defition of its subject is a bit vague...more closely related to gazing at an ocean from a boat...the water has color, shape, motion, but you know in the depths of you, if you could just look a little harder you would see...see the dolphin below, the silly fishes dart and dive together like a chorus line, see the harmony and the life teaming beneath, and while the surface of the ocean and how it fits into creation is breathtaking you hang on, stare harder and wait for your eyes to see...to even catch a glimmer.

I hope to post a picture later, but for now I must fly.