The thin spots of my life.

There are some days when I wake up and as I roll over and I feel my husband's weight in the bed next to me, a sweet and languid kind of peace washes through me. On days such as these, it's as if a river of contentment rolls across my shoulders, down the small of my back where it pools and trickles into the depths of my solar plexus.

Sometimes I think that there are thin spots in this world, sheer and delicate places where eternal love will mysteriously break through the ordinary time that binds all of our lives.

Those quiet, waking moments of unexplainable joy are examples of the thin places in my life; but then, I believe that I am surrounded by these thin places.

For example, there are some days, when I resolve not to mind the fiery blast of the summer sun, because I know that these days will not last forever and I endeavor to savor July and August like a sweetly minted iced tea. When I do this, the days stretch on into forever and life seems to still and to slow until I am so incredibly present to what is, that I hear the very beating of my neighbors' hearts!

...these too are the moments when the eternal mysteriously breaks through what we call, "ordinary time".

Years ago, my youngest daughter and I would play a simple game that involved listening to one another's heart. We no longer play this game from her babyhood, but sometimes my daughter, now five, will be resting quietly next to me and she will say, "Mommy, I want to hear your heart beat." And when she presses her ear against my breast, our breaths mingle, and the very cadence of our lives and our hearts merge; and it is then that I know with a deep kind of knowing that the eternal has once again broken through.

I believe time stands still in such moments.

I believe that when we live our lives well, the fabric of our lives and who knows, perhaps the fabric of time itself, becomes so worn and transparent that the eternal presses in on us from all sides.

I want to live in the thin places. I want to throb and to ache with the pulse of life until my own heartbeat joins the eternal rhythm of God's own heartbeat.

I believe this is possible.

I believe this is happening even now.

Won't you join me?