A rush of wind to my lungs. I squirm. gasp. sob. As the surroundings of old are ripped away, the newness of the Ancient of Days sets heavily into my being leaving me motionless yet bursting with life.

At first it was darkness. There was nothing more real, nothing more tangible. It filled my body like iron tearing through my veins. We live in this darkness. Everyday we wake up to face it, and every night we lie down hoping it does not seep into our dreams. No, we don't live. Zombies, walking, moaning, surviving, without ears to hear. How can there be a world so smothered by death yet so oblivious? my heart aches.

Yet there is light. There is life. His Kingdom has come and it's buzzing all around us.

I asked to be shown. I begged to know the realness of His death. I did not realize it would ravage my heart so beautifully. Darkness smothers, but light gives breath. Breath that cannot be taken away. Breath that will fill and fill until you burst and then beg for more. Breath that is undeserved but free.

Scream. Stand on my chairs. Dance. Fall to my face. The One who created body, mind, every molecule and silly quirk... died. for you. for me. Yahweh, the God who is. the God who breaths, the God who walks among his people. The I AM. The I WILL BE WHO I WILL BE. This God gave himself. But these words, they are nothing.

.but to know.

missy, try to maintain...

. but to know .

i can no longer maintain
i can no longer contain
i cannot be silent

because i know.