They say that if one of the five senses is dulled or non-existent, the others rise up in strength...as if to make up for what you are missing.
I know that when I lay outside, my eyes closed against the bright sunlight, my ears begin to feast on the sounds that float by...ones that were invisible just moments before.
The murmur of bees...
even the simple movement of grass as our dog marches thru to do his
each sound fighting to be unique...
to announce themselves as if they have never been noticed by me before.
And all just because...
...I closed my eyes to what I can see with my eyes.
...I stopped assuming what each object should sound like based on what I know.
...I let it all speak to me, rather than shutting it off by visually acknowledging it.
Similarly...this week, by fasting in certain areas, I have found that God has sharpened my instinct for Him.
|...my 5th misterbug this week...|
I blissfully settle into the embrace of my children and husband, knowing that this love-so-amazing is simply a small representation of His. (...GLORY!!...)
I sit, amazed, when scripture, that was just black words on white paper, suddenly turns all technicolor and 3D, with amazing surround sound.
I am thankful where I was petulant.
I am aware where I was asleep.
I am in love where I was numb.
"...so I (lift my heart to also) testify that He is the Chosen One of God."
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