God opened a door for me.
A door I didn’t expect.
In fact, I walked over to the door expecting to shut the door myself.
Instead, I found the sacred.
Once I looked through the door, I saw the other side.
Hesitation. Wondering.
Asking, “Am I really supposed to go in there? It’s dark and I was just stopping by to get my iPod and then be on my way to rollerblade and chat with You there….”
But I just had to go.
I had to listen to the Holy Spirit nudge.
I had to pause in this moment where
the distance didn’t feel so wide
Except to get there
To fully be able to engage in the moment
I had to shut the door in front of me
in order to walk to the other door
where I could turn on the side lights
and then walk toward the moment
where tears streamed down my face
with love
for how He left the 99 for the
one
because
one matters