I sometimes wonder while I sit. It seems like such a small pleasure, to wonder. To ponder such depths of emotions and to come back up for air after only a few gasping seconds. What dreams await the lonely in spirit and the lowly of heart? What nightmares might crash into the reaches of one’s soul? It seems so easy to blink away the tears of regret…so hard to stop the onrush of heartache one swears will never end. Sitting. Sitting on a chair, relaxing one’s mind so as to wonder aloud silently. Creating in oneself space just to let God know He is welcome to enter. Then letting one feel the onslaught of the Spirit wrestling away control and setting oneself free. Free to wonder, free to feel, free to sit.
Free indeed.
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