Yes, hello, I'm writing again it seems. Much to say
of my inner turmoil about writing...for another post entirely. For
whatever reason, synchroblogs are drawing my words public. This is where
bloggers all write about the same topic simultaneously. (I just learned the
term, too.) Well, my new favorite blogger Sarah Bessey prompted a synchroblog
today on what is saving
you now? Her original post on
what is saving her impacted me deeply, and the music that she shared
broke my heart's gate wide open. This post was my own response to what her
words and music triggered in me, and it just so happens that it fits with
her synchroblog today! Here is what is saving me...
There are stories, mystical tales, legends maybe, whispering around me of thin places. Places where heaven and earth touch, join even, on a thin plane of mystery.
Today I treaded ever so
lightly, unknowingly, into a thin place.
The music swept me up in
an instant. Simple words of praise, majestic building chords, swelling to a
crescendo of melody, calling me to lift my heart upwards, compelling me to
cry…a song deep within my soul bursting through the flesh encasing me. I met heaven in the Student Union.
And I think this is not
the first time I have stumbled upon a thin
place.
There are the fleeting
visions in my mind, that whisper to me of great things I will do. The visions
that stir my heart, bringing to life every gift I’ve been given and every
passion I’ve committed to. The visions show me ribbons of my dreams, gifts, and
passions, swirled into an intricate tapestry of all the beautiful work there is
to do. I meet heaven in my dreams of the
future.
I wonder if thin places exist all around me,
available to me in the simple, mundane, joyful, and even painful moments. And
what about the drudgery? Can they be found even there, in the glaring white
screen of a blank Word document, in the calendar full of deadlines, in the
irritating commute through rush-hour traffic?
How about on the endless
black line of a dirty swimming pool? Amidst the splashing, the habitual
kicking, the robotic arms reaching, pulling, and pushing, there was a voice.
Maybe not an actual voice to be heard with my waterlogged ears, but a flow of
words. Flowing through my mind, to my heart, down into my soul, as the water
flowed past my body. Do you know there are thin places? You may
stand in the hallowed ground between heaven and earth. Look for them. They are
there.
And just now it’s starting
to dawn on me that perhaps the desert, my home for this space in time, is a thin space. I haven’t seen the thin space through the gnarled cacti,
standing tall and lonesome, through the oppressive sun, beating down on endless
summer days, through the wide open spaces, so desolate that it makes me want to
run from this place. But I have a hunch that heaven is meeting me here, in the
desert, in the place I have never wanted to call home.
Heaven meets me on my
drive, at the end of a weary day, in the purple mountain majesties that I face.
Heaven meets me in the
quiet weekend rhythm of dinners out, night swims, and hikes on the rocks with
my little family of three.
Heaven meets me (can it be
so?) in the drudgery, the toil, the disappointment, the insanely hard work of
my graduate student life. Because in this chaos of my mind, raging like a monsoon
in the harsh desert landscape, a beautiful thing is happening. I am seeing
things, learning things, loving things, embracing things, and fighting for
things like it’s all brand-new. Other-worldly, perhaps.
May my eyes open wide and
my heart open deep so that my soul may stand in the thin places.