The hallway is long, wide and high. I can’t see its end. I am able to hang pictures and more; memories of my life are here. On quiet days when resting, I come to walk slowly through this space too large for me to comprehend. The imagery is not that of a museum. It’s life enjoyed in all my senses. I smell the tar of train tracks where I played as a child. Stepping across this hall I hear a song I sang over my son when he was drifting off to sleep. Videos play of exploring a mountain in Japan and snorkeling the clear blue waters of the Philippines. The taste of fruits enjoyed; how it feels to touch sand, all of these are here.
The memories are wonderful, but I am meant to continue filling up this vast space. There is an alcove in this hallway. Each time I come here I find a new blank canvas set before me. Beside it are the promises for what I can dream. No limitations can contain me apart from my heart. I soak in the colors of what can be. Off I go to a place I’ve never been. No map exists here. As I walk, atmosphere is created by my faith. The beauty of hope paints my landscapes wherever I step.
Eph 3:17-20 Then Christ will make His home in your hearts as you trust in Him. Your roots will grow down into God’s love and keep you strong. And may you have the power to understand, as all God’s people should, how wide how long, how high, and how deep His love is. May you experience the love of Christ, though it is too great to understand fully. Then you will be made complete with all the fullness of life and power that comes from God. Now all glory to God who is able, through His mighty power at work within us, to accomplish infinitely more than we might ask or think.