Momentum. You can't create it but you can certainly watch for it to appear. The rumble under your feet, the slow building sound of a great wind, the raw expectation that makes your heart go wild and the floor of your stomach fall. God on the move. A hundred times a day in the ebb and flow of life, He plunges His hands into the waters of humanity and rippling reverb is felt. It's seen, smelled, heard, tasted. And so I watch for it. I have to admit that on most days I sit on top and ride it out. The sun is out and people are swimming. Good days to examine and stay close; to shout encouragement and to sing loudly. To drink deeply and be refreshed because the days of jumping to my feet are coming. The enormously-terrifying, Hawaiian-swelled, screaming-shouting, tsunami-type, churning-power-on-all-sides days. -breathe here- Awesomeness. Yes, there are still waves that knock me from my board, sputtering and gasping for breath, but I'm getting better. The scrapes