walking

There was a while in my life where I didn't feel like God was in the details. Like maybe God was walking and I was walking and we were parallel but never touching. Like there were dreams and wishes and hopes and fears that I never voiced and God never heard because we were always just walking without touching. Like there was a dividing line between us and that line was my fault but still God walked with me. rather uninvolved. but still there nonetheless. And that time lasted for a long long while. Until now. Now I am in this sweet spot of blessing where even the air feels holy. Have you ever felt the air feel holy? Like it's been baptized before it touches your lips. Like the whole world for these precious moments is charged with the Spirit of God. and God has reached across and broken the line. and God is holding my hand.