God scares me sometimes.

I went to a small group last night
As I sat there with my legs in an indian style and my thoughts guarded, the other girls talked about how happy they will be in Heaven. When they get to be in God's presence.
The whole time I had one thought floating in my head, like a balloon leaving a toddler's sweaty hand and going up into the sky.
The thought: I will be afraid.
These girls' faces expressed happiness.
I kept thinking how I would be too afraid to speak. Not too much in awe. Too scared.

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