I would say that, most of the time, when I hear scripture read, or read it for myself, it feels like the wind to me. Something blowing by me. I recognize the elements that are in the wind, but it is something that is beyond me in terms of capturing it. Or even being part of it. From time-to-time, some of it makes me wrench my neck around in an attempt to seize it. Some combination of words that are just that tantalizing as to make me want to scrutinize them. Then there are those astounding times when I hear or read words that I have received in a vision. Sometimes the words are exactly the same. And a cathedral-sized bell rings inside me. It is a confirmation of accuracy. I know that my vision was from God. Those are, as I just wrote, astounding times. But then there are the standing times. The times when words from the Bible make me stop. With my whole self. And just stare. They are there. They mean something to me, personally. I wrap myself around them in recognition and gratitude. Be still and know that I am God. Sometimes when I hear [...]![]()
