Thunder Storm.

Hair dripping wet- Rejuvenating,

Heart jumping with the Light,

Feet splattering- Pitter-pattering

Head spinning, Heart longing

Adventure stirring,

EXPLOSION!

Hysterical laughter, Emotion dancing

Love and mystery, Power and majesty

Freedom. Freedom. 

Jesus this is fully You,

And now, now this is me. 

Can I hold your hand?

This week Jesus asked to hold my hand...

"Why Jesus?" I asked, "Are you leading me somewhere? Are you helping me through a difficult time? Preparing me for things to come?"

"No." He responded, "I simply wanted to intertwine my fingers with yours...to touch you...to feel the warmth of your fingers, to hold a little part of you..." 

My heart beated, my breath stopped-caught up in a rare moment of true romance.

My hand slipped into his.

Beautiful.

Simple.