You reside in the space between my toes. In the ridge under my nose. In the flutter of my eyelashes. In the crook of my elbow.
You are here in all of my insignificant places. Yet, in my lofty search for significant meaning and grandiose gestures (capital S signs and capital W wonders, all in the backdrop of the HOLLYWOOD sign), I forget how very present you are in the nooks and crannies of my day-to-day existence.
I am always looking upward, pointing my Job-like fists heavenward, wondering and demanding as to when I will hear from you, and when you will make yourself known to me.
I lose sight that the very sky I scream at, is in actuality, an expanse that daily surrounds me, buoys me, and lovingly encompasses every square inch in, around and above my feet.
I forget that even the sky where you reside is also the space between my toes.
Help me to fearlessly taste the freedom of running into the clear-blue richness of your grace, without the paralyzing myopia of getting lost in the crags of my feet.
I want to jump head-first into my insignificant places and cartwheel into your presence, past my toenails, past my calluses. I want to do handstands into your glory, through each breath, through every blink of an eyelash. I want to somersault into the vastness of your forgiveness, each time I bend my arms for an embrace.
Dwell in me, breathe in me and envelop me and all of my insignificant places.
Make all of my insignificant places into significant spaces, worthy of you.
Help me to discover your Spirit in all of the places where you reside, even in those places that don’t seem to carry their weight in headlines.
You in me, and me in you.
Your significance in my insignificance.
Daily.
FemmeFuel 