Feeling It's Own Presence
I went for a run this morning, and lately, I have been able to run a lot further than I ever have been able to. And when I run that far, my heartbeat gets going to where I can really feel it. This morning, I returned just in time to jump into my car for a nine o'clock appointment. But, I did have about two minutes to spare. So, I sat in my trusty rocking chair, where I alway sit to chat with and listen to God. And, I bowed at my heart and I sat there. Sweat dripped down my face, my heart was beating wildly and my breath was pumping. I could feel what felt like every cell of my body, alive and well. And then I listened, and I heard, You need your body to feel me. You need your body to know me. You cannot experience me without your body. You cannot experience me without your body. Now mind you, this body stuff, is what I teach; reconnecting to the body and all of that. But this morning, I got it. I really got it. My body is the container for God; for God to push up against, to feel it's own presence. And when I ignore my body, I cannot experience God. I need my body. I just do. I need it to know God.
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