What it Feels like when God Speaks
To weigh the world, to weigh nothing
Like brown, crackly things springing with green life
A deep breath of oxygen, a crinkly smile
Floating in a northwood lake in July
A cooling breeze
A tight hug after a difficult conversation
Recently I was distressed about something over which I have no control, and in the middle of the heaviness a flash of light landed on my conscious and a voice said:
"I've got this. I specialize in broken hearts."
Just in case you're wondering. God specializes in broken hearts, and He's up for any restoration project.