When God says “Psst”

I’m getting Psst.

I feel verily drawn to the whispers and the come-away… into the abiding.

When you feel battle-weary and you put your head down, you can hear thunder in the ground.

The divine rumbles and trembles you…way deep.

into your soul.

Your own beats loosen and go syncopated.

&

And whatever happens, all I know is… that I need to show up.

The wild abandon is not my own.

It’s the shine of the joy and glory.

&

Strangely, I sense the breathlessness is from… outside.

Yes.

God at my gate among the blooms.

&

Pay attention. Learn. Sit soon, at the feet of the One who is Other…

I hear it.

 

So,

Tomorrow I’ll make a trek to a sacred place because it’s time. It’s overdue.

I’ll tell you about it, some, on the other side.

And that’s how you get psst.

 

P.S.

Please stop for about 15 seconds, if you have them, and ask God to help me. I’d be so very grateful.

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