I love movement.
Like, LOVE it.
A much-needed walk after a day of sitting at work.
Moving in a car, watching the trees fly fast in green blurs outside the window.
Movement of all kinds- it is beautiful.
And I need it DAILY.
I feel like God is actively breathing air into my lungs whenever I am in motion. Like He is blowing up a balloon, preparing me for something big.
I also love listening to movement in music. There's nothing like hearing a progressive build-up that transports the listener with its every millisecond of sound toward something huge and then blows up at the end.
I love movement in life.
Moving toward people.
Something about being in action toward something else, or someone else... that’s powerful.