Jason Momoa
An excerpt...
To the body, the day begins and ends the same, but the soul exists to know and praise the difference.
Around 6:00 am in my dreams the Lord met me. One minute he was Ben Affleck(not the superstar, but my nightdream boyfriend) and then he changed to Jason Momoa(not the incredibly gorgeous Hawaiian actor, but my daydream boyfriend)--neither of these men are my fiance mind you. But for a minute I don't think that my dream boy switches are absurd. It feels like the most casual occurence in the world. And then it strikes me.
I was late!
God knew my brain would trigger the moment I saw Momoa. If you're a girly girl like me I think your brain will trigger too, if this man popped up in your dreams all Willy Nilly. But it hit me again, while brushing my teeth and tiptoeing through the house, hoping not to disturb my daughter, Selah.
I laugh. The Lord has a sense of humor.
But what's rich about this illumination is the fact that for the first time I understood that the Lord knows what to do to get my juices flowing. He knows who I am.
Usually he sends the Holy Spirit to whisper to me, while I'm joking with Ben,"Good Morning, Davidae."
But not today. And I am too happy to wonder why.
I read a few pages of Mariette in Ectsasy and laughed--again, not at the book, but at myself.
I love beautiful things: people, planets, words...
I love the way they place on the page and how they sound when read aloud.
I love pleasant surprises like Jason Momoa and Mariette in Ecstasy.
I love my Lord's morning love notes that he only sends to me.
I love feeling a part of a great big, beautiful, Momoa-inspiring world.
May you find The Lord flirting with you this day.
Writing to see what the end gon' be,
Dee
