When you move a number from one side of an equation to another it is of course called a transposition. I felt like such a number...that I had been transposed. That I had crossed over something unseen and that I would now, somehow, be rearranged. Revalued. And there would be a permutation of elements. I had a vague but not entirely new sense that I had upset the order of things.~Matt Haig (From The Life Impossible)

I sat at the stop light and while I waited, observed a lone shoe sitting in the lane to my right. I could see the familiar white Nike checkmark on its side. Someone would be sorry they'd lost that shoe when they began pawing through their car trying to find it. As I drove away, the word "unyoked" came to mind. Untethered from its shoe mate, from its owner.  

Over the last few days, the image of that lone shoe has stayed with me. I'm taking a class through my church called "The School Of The Heart." The content is like working a math equation that requires transposition--my heart the equation in need of being solved. I feel transposed--my heart crossing over into something unseen where I would somehow be rearranged. Revalued. A permutation of elements radicalized by God's love that's upset the order of things. By becoming more in touch with The Father's love, it's kind of been like finding the other shoe. I've lost shoes in my closet before, and I've felt the glee in finding the other one. "Oh, I've wanted to wear these shoes for a long time. Now I can." And I slip them on. My heart feels like it's been yoked back up with the Father's love in a new way.

And then another image emerged:

I saw two windows inside my imagination. One was closed tight. The other window was free of glass panes. I sensed that my heart was ready to let out the dust particles of self-doubt and second-guessing, of shame and self-consciousness. I could let in the light of the Father's love, His affection and delight for me. His approval. His embrace and comfort. Receiving the Father's love, not merely knowing about it, is like a transposition to another dimension. I am revalued. Rearranged. Rejoined to the Father's heart. He has never stopped loving me, but my window was shut, my shoe lost on the road.

"I am strong and I am loving; I surely take you to myself." (From Psalm 49:15 and Psalm 62:11-12, NIV)