that all i had to do was blink and freeze every perfect moment, to turn around and download and share with those i love
because there are things i crave to share.
but the words fall too short.
i bite my feeble tongue because it cannot do what i wish it could.
i can't press the glory of these sights. these sounds. oh, i ache to express fully.
sometimes i wonder why God made us unable to speak our visions. why can we not simply let our lips part and flood this world with all we've seen. why must some things remain silent?
i want to use my tongue to paint the scene. the way the moon glows and the stars sing just so. the richness of the heather and lilac against my cheek. the kiss of wind in that perfect hair-ruffling instant.
these are moments that i cannot share.
this is between me and God.
this is sharing intimacy unlike any other with the Lord of Heaven.
i am not sharing these things with Him
because He is sharing them with me.
a gift, a moment, a sight so perfect. nothing on this Earth, not a scrap of this beauty, can compare to this realization that this is from Him.
and so this music in my ear
this sight before my eyes
this moment which i crave to sink into my skin and glow from my core
these are intimacies with the King of Kings. with my Daddy God.
this is the preciousness of privacy.



