The best places and homes and relationships and meals and conversations and jokes and blog posts and movies and paintings and smiles and hairstyles and shoes and flowers and trees and clouds and wines and seas and songs and then some, give us a glimpse of paradise; the world as it might be, could be, should be. We are given a glimpse of God.
Not a God of someday or far away. A God of everyday and up close.
How could our hearts be large enough for heaven if they are not large enough for earth? The only country I am certain of is the one here below.
The only paradise I know is the one lit by our everyday sun, the land of difficult love, shot through with shadow.
The place where we learn this love, if we learn it at all, shimmers behind every new place we inhabit.
Scott Russell Sanders
This is my last post in this shimmering inhabitance called Roots of She. This place, these women, their words, and Jenn offer a glimpse of paradise; the world as it might be, could be, should be. Indeed, we are given a glimpse of God.
For me, these past months have been far more than a glimpse; rather, a long and lingering gaze.
As I’ve pursued words, sentences paragraphs and posts in an attempt to speak of God, it is God who has pursued me – through your presence and in this shimmering place. Thank you.