I am surrounded by the Love of God.
Father, You stand before me and behind me, beside me, in the place I see myself, and everywhere I go. You are in all the things I look upon, the sounds I hear, and every hand that reaches for my own. In You time disappears, and place becomes a meaningless belief. For what surrounds your son and keeps him safe is Love itself. There is no source but this, and nothing is that does not share its holiness; that stands beyond Your one creation, or without the Love which holds all things within itself. Father, Your Son is like Yourself. We come to You in Your own name today, to be at peace within Your everlasting Love.
My brother, join with me in this today. This is salvation’s prayer. Must we not join in what will save the world, along with us?
There was something about the performance that touched me in a way I still cannot explain. From the first dance to the last I found tears gently rolling down my cheeks. I was totally drawn into the stories of the dances, told so beautifully they made me weep. I wished there had been more people in the audience to appreciate the grace and power of the dancers and the hypnotic voices of the singers and the driving beats of the drummers, especially in the last set.
I borrowed a copy of Julia Cameron’s follow up to The Artist’s Way (Walking in This World) to help me move forward on the new novel, which has not seen any action for a few weeks now.
There was no doubt whatsoever in my mind today that I was surrounded by the Love of God. It’s the most amazing place to be. Why would I ever want to leave?