The journey home

I used to believe that no one church had all the revelation when it came to a deep, abiding sense of who the Almighty is. They are the colors of light shining through a prism or different faces of the same diamond. Fighting between believers has never made any sense to me. Something has changed since Ireland about this view.
When I boreded my flight to Vancouver from Heathrow airport, I overshot my seat. I thought I was in the seat corresponding to the flight number. I had to walk back against the flow of traffic to obtain my rightful place. But when I got there, I was overjoyed.
They put me in the seat after the business class people, so my legs couldn't even touch the row of seats in front of me when fully extended. Happy dance! And, I met a young mom and her son Travis on their way to grandma's house. He was a little dream. Bright blue eyes, blond curly hair, and so sweet. I got to help capture him a few times, much to my delight.
While he was asleep, I began to read Hafiz. My heart got happy. There are ancient beliefs that we're in the heart of God having never known a day apart from Him because He's the Maker of all things, inhabiting all things. I love looking for God in others. I encounter Him in nature, music, a friend's touch. Hafiz was an invitation to fall back in love and dance in the Devine romance. I love to dance.
The journey home was more about coming home to myself. Realizing I have all I need for today and a living hope for tomorrow made me thankful. Seeing my parents at the gate in Oregon made me thankful. Being reunited with Thor has been wonderful. Playing the game of where are you God is my new obsession.
There's joy to be found when we finally come home to ourselves and our Lover's embrace. May you know this joy and the holy kiss of God.