a memory.

i was flipping through A Severe Mercy and looking at the parts that had been loved on the most...

i was reminded of a moment with God.

i was asleep.

then i was awake.

my head on my pillow, my pillow against my headboard full of books, those books against the wall, the wall the only shelter from the outdoors...

the outdoors being the end of my Filbert Street opening into the field behind the library where only tall firs and evergreens shake in the wind.

i was awake.

and i heard the rustling of feathers quickly brushing as they quickened past my open window.

and goose calls.

it was truly beautiful.

an image of the flock of geese all together flying low by my window in the very early morning...

and i knew it was God loving on me.