Feeling Good Is Good

So it is June and that means it is hot. This is, after all, St. Louis. What is hotter than June in St. Louis? July in St. Louis. We have so much to look forward to.

And I began the day right too! I fried my cell phone. You know how to fry a piece of potato, right? Hot grease. You know how to fry a cell phone? Water. Any temp will do. I chose luke warm because that was what was dripping from my hair when the phone rang and I answered it. It was playing my wife's ring tone and I make it a commitment to do what ever is necessary to get to the phone whe she calls. I stepped out of the shower, dried off my hands so as NOT to fry the phone ... and promptly fried it anyway with "head drippings." Way to go. But this was a problem I could make go away by simply throwing $299 at it. As a matter-of-fact, I am a problem that will go away if you'll just throw $299 at me. Care to give it a try?

So I had a fried phone and after driving to the Sprint store in West County I had a fried head too. But the best part of the day was the trip. It was the drive. On Emma-the-Mustang the top was down. Outside the temps were up. Above me the sun beat down. Around me the stereo was turned up.

And then I looked up. Up at the blue sky. And I felt Him smile. You know ... Him. Abba. Father. God. And it was not about the drive or the warmth or the music or the sun. It was about suddenly, unexpectedly being awash in His love and His presence. Why, at that moment, did God choose to flood my soul with Himself? I have no idea. But I am so grateful. It has been a long dry period. I have felt barren ... cracked and scorched from the heat of life. Amazingly, inexplicably, all God has to do is ... be there ... and allow me the grace to sense Him, and it is enough.

I have felt bad and I have felt Good. And feeling good is good.