name it holy

The words 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙮 have been germinating around in my head for a few years. I think it’s because there have been poignant moments in my life where only the supernatural can fully receive the credit. Moments that I was privileged to witness what happened. Experiences that can’t be explained otherwise.⁣⁣

⁣This morning was one of those moments. ⁣⁣

⁣I’m starting in on the beginning of week five of shelter in place(#autoimmunelife) & I desperately wanted to break free of my honestly privileged comfy walls. I drove the oldest to work this morning & soaked in the sites of small town USA with fresh eyes. Maybe I took it for granted before, I didn’t take it for granted this morning. ⁣⁣

⁣⁣Pulling back into the driveway, my pity party muscle was trying to grow, so I asked God to show me something-anything- to make my heart swell a bit. ⁣⁣

⁣⁣I went inside, found my favorite comfy red chair, & sat...𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩. I don’t know who she is or why she felt compelled, but a lady that was power walking up the sidewalks raised her arms to the sky & made a beeline to the church across the street. The nurse in me stood fast to make sure she was okay. She walked quickly to the church yard & fell prostrate straight to the green grass, face down & arms stretched in sheer humility. ⁣⁣

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⁣𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯’𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. ⁣⁣

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⁣And while I felt like such a lurker watching her, I knew I was witnessing the celestial & I couldn’t ignore it or look away. It was 50 minutes of the most amazing thing I’ll likely see during this shelter in place season. ⁣⁣

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⁣𝘚𝘰, 𝘐’𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙮. ⁣⁣

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⁣I learned a priceless truth this morning. ⁣⁣

⁣⁣This is how we can approach this season. Arms open, humble before the Throne, seeking grace, giving thanks, seeking mercy, eyes open, & praying so hard the very heights of heaven hear our roars. ⁣⁣