Words So Sacred

Have you ever knelt in prayer and get to the part where you express the most sacred part of you, something that is so sacred that the words won't even come because... who knows why, but they just won't.  And your eyes start to water and you fold your arms more tightly around your body to hold yourself together because if you don't then you'll fragment apart like the words you don't dare utter for fear of losing their hope, so you hold yourself tighter.  Your eyes squeeze more tightly close, if that's possible, so tight that you can see darting sparks behind your lids... sparks like darting lightning bugs.  And you hold your breath to try to keep from crying... what makes you want to cry, you wonder to yourself; the beauty of the wish that rests in your heart that you don't dare utter for fear of losing it's hope.  So, you try to think the prayer... you try to think the words out and you hope that God can hear your thoughts and that they translate like words and you hope that He isn't offended by your silence and inability to form words.  You suck in a breath and you dart around the thought to avoid revealing your true heart and what it possesses and when it comes time to think your prayer and the part that is so close to your soul... you can't because you don't want to lose it.  If you utter the words, is the sentiment gone?  Is this the same for thoughts, you wonder?  So, you rock back and forth, holding yourself, and squinting your eyes so tight that the lightning bugs behind your eyelids become so many that they start to turn into a congregated light that moves as fast behind your eyelids like the Aurora Borealis  in the sky.  And you cry, because you want to utter your most sincere desire but you don't want to lose it by breathing it and so you just cry.  You cry with your Father in Heaven and you feel something bigger "there" than you've ever felt before and you know that He knows.  You know that He knows your heart and that what is in your heart is enough.  You don't know how much time passes in this moment, but you feel safe within it and you hold on to that.  You close your prayer and your muscles relax and you climb into bed for the night or you climb up from the ground to face the day.

That's what this picture reminds me of.