This is something I wrote alongside of other students in our bible class yesterday. They asked me to post it, so since I won’t have to come up with anything else to post today, I will indulge them.
We use to play the “I love…” game in college. You can’t really know someone until you know what they love. Especially, if that person is you.
I love watching eyes of students opening up to who they just may be.
I love the soft crumbling of leaves laid low a season underfoot and the sharp snap of the newly fallen.
I love the deep quiet after a knowing glance.
I love the tension of eternity trying to break in on time when God shifts His posture in a place.
I love the circles filling with sky as my paddle breaks the water.
I love splitting skins of grapes, the clean breaks where the flesh is full.
I love running in fields at night, unafraid of false footfalls.
I love water surging against my legs, cold flowing past and seemingly through me, in our clean, clear creek.
I love the smallness of standing in a volcano-lined riverbed.
I love wood walks alone, feeling my way toward meeting ground.
I love walking against the wind, leaning in and dragging a foot in the running waves.
I love the first crisp page of a book long anticipated.
I love the uneasy joy of scaling out the highest possible branch and holding tight upon its swaying.
I love good dirt in my hands, crumbly, wet and warm.
I love time suspended – previews of soon, now.
I love the green of grasshoppers, the blue of heron wings, the red of ladybug shells and the purple of dusk.
I love being in this class with all of you.
What do you love? Will you share it with me?