I remember the days of old;
I meditate on all Your doings;
I muse on the work of Your hands.
I stretch out my hands to You;
My soul longs for You, as a parched land.
Answer me quickly, O LORD, my spirit fails;
Do not hide Your face from me,
Or I will become like those who go down to the pit.
Let me hear Your lovingkindness in the morning;
For I trust in You;
Teach me the way in which I should walk;
For to You I lift up my soul. (Psalm 143:5-8, NASB)
There is a certain euphoria I feel from time to time as I read scripture, a premonition of feeling or future truth that is to be experienced: when EVERYTHING is perfect and I have no worries or cares anymore. The picture, at least very often, takes place on a new morning, dew on the leaves, peace is in the air and a feeling of extreme enthusiasm overtakes my heart, my mind and my spirit. I felt it as I read verses 5-8 today, a glimpse, perhaps of heaven. Nostalgia has a weird way of connecting you to a future…when a past, perfect moment lasts for eternity. In all honesty, I am not even sure these words describe the feeling I have, but I long for time and place when it is reality.