It was either a powerful spiritual experience or my body is reacting to slowly being starved.
Today at the park was surreal. Words can’t adequately describe how I felt and what I saw, except to say it was almost like a wonderful and calming dream. Instead of Alice in Wonderland, though, it was me.
Was it a God-thing or the result of my foolish (but effective) chicken soup diet?
The water rushing over the fallen log became the perfect soundtrack for my prayers floating up to heaven. The swaying tree-tops and the squeaking of bark rubbing against bark made me stand in awe, mesmerized by their performances. And the woodpecker flailing away and sending wood chips flying in all directions made me wonder if I was hallucinating.
Could it be that my body is reacting to so little food for the last seven weeks? Maybe. I confess to feeling light-headed much of the time. (Make your own joke here)
That said, I choose to believe this morning was a God-thing. A calming, reassuring dream-like God-thing. Nothing supernatural or mystical but a gift of sorts, something that ministered to my troubled mind and soul.
A God-thing? Effects of starvation kicking in? Sniffing too much glue? Think what you will, but I’m comforted and encouraged by my interpretation of this morning’s events.
And, I might add, still confident in my sanity.
“Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good; his love endures forever.”1
1 1 Chronicles 16:34
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