expression.

There are a certain few, yet soul-shifting gifts the Lord has bestowed upon us. 
Gifts through which we may be allowed a fleeting vision of who He is and gain a veiled understanding of what His mystery entails.

Things that stir the soul... things that evoke lost and latent emotion... things that awaken an utterly deprave spirit to glory...

these things are expressions of our Father.


We see Him in art.

We have conversations with Him in prayer.

We feel Him in music.

We sing harmony with His angels in worship.

We even read His very words in scripture.

But most clearly...

we experience Him... in love.


I pray that my life may become a testament to expression. The expression of these indescribable glimpses of Heaven. The glimpses that God, our Father, has so graciously granted us...
amen(?)