The Motorcycle and the Moon

Tonight I played hide and seek with the moon while flying on a shiny red motorcycle. I hid behind trees, expecting to see "him" at the next turn of the road only to find "he" had disappeared behind the clouds for a brief moment. The constant knowing that "he" was always there, whether I could see him or not, reminded me of LOVE...the real kind...the pure kind...the relentless kind...the pursuing kind...the kind that looks like the ONE who created the moon.

There is something so peaceful about having the wind dance wildly around you, while your thoughts get caught up spinning in the confines of that motorcycle helmet. If the walls of my helmet could talk, they would have LOTS to say about what happens on that perfect road, lit up by thousands of stars and the fullest moon you've ever seen. There are secrets that make my eyes smile even when my lips don't move. There are stories that long to be translated to paper and shared with others. There are songs that sing themselves and ask for the happy accompaniment of my heart. There are dreams that make me giggle even though no one else can hear them. What happens in that helmet...stays in that helmet! (That is unless my Blog wins out over keeping all of the special moments to myself!)

You see...I am a romantic...in every sense of the word. I am totally and absolutely preoccupied with LOVE. There is only one thing in this world that has a perfect success rate, and that is what holds my affection, my dreams, my reality, and my everything. I am not talking about just "ushy, gushy romantic love"...although, I am not excluding it either. I am talking about the LOVE that sets you up for the collision that rescues you, prophecies your future, redirects your affection, and sets you up for never ending surprises all in one PERFECTLY ORDAINED MOMENT.

Something happens to someone who has an encounter with the kind of LOVE that makes them believe in something they have never experienced in the natural sense. Everything changes when you can truly fall in love with yourself...good, bad, and ugly. You can actually begin to see how Jesus was moved with the kind of compassion that opened the door for signs and wonders. The walls come crashing down. You realize how much of your past was ruled by fear and that you are never going back to that love-less place. You suddenly have "super human" power to fly higher than any man made superhero in the box office.

Then, the best thing happens...You become like a sponge; a "hungry hippo"; a spoiled rotten son or daughter of the King; an empowered child who expects nothing less than perfect love to chase them down, win them over, lead them, and surround them. You dream the dreams that fools talk about and make really smart people roll their eyes, but secretly desire. You want to love and be loved more than anything...so you just do it. 

You become like a girl who decided to stop being afraid of riding motorcycles and begin making memories, taking pictures, and saying yes to things that would require unprecedented trust.