by Dana Dygert
I still remember my first day in sunday school at the age of five.
I walked in, sat on the floor quietly, because I was shy. Then suddenly
I was gently over welcomed with the feeling of feathery down wings
enveloping me from the evils of this world. In that moment of unconditional
love, honesty and security, I knew I never wanted to go back to
my earthly home again. I sat there quietly just enjoying this wonderous
feeling I had never felt before. Even in the caresses of my own
loving mother. I never wanted this feeling to end so I thought as
long as I just sat there motionless, the feeling would stay forever.
Eventually I poked my head out around the corner where i knew my
mother was sitting on the steps. Like she told me she would, for
I was never away from her before and being the quiet patient women
she was, she sat there waiting through out the whole sunday school
hour just to bring me comfort. I sat with her for a feew moments
then went back in. I poked my head out a few more times and there
she was, waiting quietly and patiently.
Then I realized I could take this feeling with me, as I walked around
freely. It took me years to realize I could share that feeling with
others.
The next sunday I was overwhelmingly ready to go to church. So,
off we went, my mother, my older sister and me. I couldn't wait
to sit in that room again and refill my empty flesh with that peace
I had felt the previous sunday. During the week some had leeked
out and some was used up. Dealing with everyday life had deflated
my carcass we consider a body. So, again, I sat there ever so quietly,
sponge like soaking in all I could because I needed more, longed
for more. I was trying to float my way into thursday. I gathered
up all my small body could hold.
I would have walked away from candy to own this cloud like feeling
forever. Did I stay there in that feeling forever? No. But my Lord's
hand brought me back to sitting here trying to be the same sponge
like vessel I was at age five, trying so to greedily soak in all
I can and learning to float my way into friday and saturday. Sometimes
running over until the next sunday. For when the Lord is within
you, your cup will always runneth over.
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