A tiny hummingbird threatened to destroy me this morning.
Our eyes met briefly before the marvelous creature rose like a drone and darted elsewhere.
When Jesus says, the kingdom of heaven has come near, I believe him with every fiber of my being.
I’ve seen things—miraculous things, too precious for words. Momentary glimpses of the numinous in beautiful and terrible moments.
Mere thank yous feel entirely inadequate. Praise sounds so churchy.
Relax into delight. “Something like scales” fall away.
Medicine I never knew I needed.
What prepares us for love such as this?
Perhaps small doses are still all we can manage.
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