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.
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
for how He left the 99 for the