It must be the heat I think that has created this hard crust of skin. It should be supple and soft , malleable, one would think with this humidity, where all seems to drip and roll along. But I feel nothing, no rolling sore back and neck muscles into gentle sigh.
When I read in Peter that it’s all due spirit. I thought of this big hulking fisherman. I thought of his hands wide and rough and cut hauling in a mid-day net at first languid, with sass almost, before realizing he was going to have to work it. The net was filled with fish – 153, I believe. I imagine their silver bodies flashing rainbows in sun and eyes that had never seen this at noon before because it’s bad timing to cast nets at noon. Because in this high heat it’s best to sit and wait it out. This is his experience. He doesn’t know everything. And he falls to his knees in boat shaking full of bounty.
All body, I think. All physical, I think. Shaking with the fish, both out of their element.
This man who implores me thousands of years later to welcome spirit with true and simple words first moved through tenuous hardened muscle, felt himself being turned on his head. He says I am a pre-meditated choice and should act so.
The song lilts while hands tend and move for family, for others in the heat of the day, in the hot mess.
“Holy Spirit you are wanted and welcomed here.”
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Wonderful welcome, Holy Spirit yes! I enjoyed your perspective!
Thank you for your kind words here and on your blog.
I love your words. May my heart and mind always say that the Holy Spirit is welcome. Stopping by from Five Minute Fridays. Many blessings!
Yes, I believe you & I were on the same path on this Friday. Thank you for your encouragement here and through your post.