I am standing on the top of the cliff, gazing into the dark void broken occasionally by the glowing rapids which are shooting upwards into a mist, which condenses on my lax face. I am not bored, although my expression might insinuate otherwise. In all honesty, I am more alive than I have been in the entirety of my existence. The sharp smell of the saltwater penetrates the pores of my nostrils; my brain is alert, my heart beating. I feel like it’s going to ram its way out of my torso. I redirect my gaze to the night sky. I am practically unseparated from the vastness of the cosmos. I am transfixed by the tail of the galaxy in which I reside. The simple complexity of the heavens takes my breath away as I get goosebumps all the way up of both my rams. I feel the presence of my God; His Spirit is showing me his omnipotence. I want to go with Him now, but as I cannot, I sink to the hard rock under my feet. I cross my legs and place the backs of my hands on my knees, palms outstretched to the Receiver of my prayers. Some would say that I am meditating, but that is not true. At this moment, I am not letting go of everything important; I am grasping for it. I am talking to the Creator, and this thought alone causes my heart to sink into my stomach in reverence and excitement. This practice is terrifying, humbling, and relaxing; a mixture that only a sage like God could produce. Oh, my words are inefficient; what can you call a person who created wisdom? For surely wise falls short. No, I must continue. Wise is not sufficient, but God Only Wise is nearer the mark. How do you praise with speech the one who created language? How do you worship with emotion the One who created feeling? It is a simple process of giving back what He has given to oneself.
I inhale deeply; the saltwater succeeds in making my blood flow harder, but fails in making me aware of my situation. I am removed from my surroundings; the tools that the Spirit has used to bring me to this solace. I feel my soul rising out of its prison, and I feel warmth on my heart, like a hot drink on a cold night. A smile flashes on and off of my face, like the grimace of a madman. I can almost hear Him speaking, but my little faith does not let me listen to His tangible voice. I call out to Him. I came to ask Him for something, but now that the moment comes, I can do nothing but praise Him with the scripture I know. I think of, but do not say aloud, the Psalms of David. I did not write these words, but at this moment they are mine; they come from my very soul.
My palms drop to the stones beside me and I realize that my Father was not being facetious when He stated that even these would cry out if Man would not praise Him. After all, how can creation help but glorify Elohim when it is acting as it should?
I am close to the edge of the precipice, but I can’t bring myself to care anymore. The vain theory that I am afraid of falling is eclipsed in the powerful arms of I AM. I can’t speak anymore, not even in praise to my Jesus. I am too overcome with the Majesty of El Elyon. I don’t feel the rocks poking into my legs, I don’t feel the cold piercing my very nerves, nor do I care about the strong mist soaking my garments. My, how the things of this Earth pale in comparison to the One who created it!
I wish that this moment could last forever, but I know that it must end. Half of the purpose of this encouragement was so that I, in turn, could encourage others. But I know that one day, that this moment will continue unceasingly. No indeed; not this moment, but a moment infinitely better than this. A moment where there will be no pain, or suffering. A moment in which I will be clothed in white. A moment which was coming soon.
The peace of God falls like autumn leaves upon my heart, and I smile in anticipation for the day when I will see my Savior face-to-face.
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