How'd I Get So Blessed?

We follow old giants instead of the ground. Creation and natural disaster has become our path. But this way is healthy. Abiding by no earthly law. For we do not belong to this earth. We are our Fathers children. Hops, Skips and jumps into discoveries unknown.

These trails are unlike anything we've ever seen. In the same ways the paths of our lives surprise us in the same ways. Not being able to fathom what these things look like to be able to comprehend even the smallest rain drop hitting leaves before drops hit your face. Yet each glimpse that we witness, each step we take across the mossy base, we are revived and torn down. Layers peel back on the cold numb parts of our hearts like frail bits of bark lead to phloem. The deeper we dig, the deeper we dare to trek, the more we loose the meaningless and gain grace and love. The more it swells within us destroying the dead and bringing new life. This rubbish has been cluttering up my footsteps.

 I wanted to hear a good story. One that was true and one that was real deep. As I sat leaning into the inches of life and breathed it in, I heard this story through those around me in awe of what we were witnessing. My eyes are shown while my heart and soul can feel all aspects of this story. An Author telling His story in each detailed layer. The brilliance and the elegance of what He's brought us here to see of what He didn't need to show us or even create...

...And yet He wrote it into our stories. He placed it next to the anticipation in between patience and hardship. He placed it perfectly with each of us in mind.
As each rain drop falls. Every rumble of thunder, every step taken off the beaten path... How'd I get so blessed to witness such delicate glory rays? How'd we get so blessed to be placed into others lives in these important parts and places.

Ever try to put a name to a face but it doesn't seem to come and you can't remember the details? Yet being in the presence of these places and faces, it is far to hard to forget the name behind the detail, color and scent of the things He sits on and signs as His own brilliant creation. Taking all the credit that we praise, stepping back while taking it all in. Taking in every detail. Even the small things like us standing in the middle of it all seeing that it was good. Right down to the skipping hearts as the breath is stolen from each winding turn we take. Overwhelmed by presence and lack of understanding mixing and molding into the longing to know better. To love better... To seek deeper and let His love soak us to the very core leaving us saturated in grace and redemption.