Her Head Blew Clean Off

An ordinary Tuesday, a glowing rectangle, and something unexplainable.

—From the balcony of wonder

She was sitting across from my balcony,

perched on the top floor of that old yellow apartment that probably leaks when it rains.

Just a regular Tuesday.

She had that small glowing rectangle in her hand—phone, obviously.

Laughing, scrolling, occasionally making that little face people make when something’s just mildly amusing but not worth a real laugh.

You know the one.

Then—boom.

Her head blew clean off.

No, not literally.

There was no blood, no screaming, no Netflix documentary to follow.

But I swear to you—one second she was chill and composed, and the next, she looked like she had just seen something eternal.

Like her soul had walked barefoot into a cathedral.

She kept staring at her screen.

Completely still.

Mouth slightly open.

Like a question mark that forgot what it was asking.

I leaned forward, curious.

What kind of TikTok does that to a person?

She never looked up, but I could almost hear her thinking, like radio static tuned to wonder.

Later—thanks to social sleuthing (and a shameless amount of zooming)—I found the verse she read:

“…that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith, as you are being rooted and grounded in love.

I pray that you may have the power to comprehend, with all the saints,

what is the breadth and length and height and depth,

and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge,

so that you may be filled with all the fullness of God.”

— Ephesians 3:17–19

That’s what did it.

That’s what blew her up.

Some ancient prayer, sitting there like a time-bomb in her feed.

She believed in love—sure.

 “Said a mother’s love was the highest form. (Pam would’ve nodded—we all know the weight of that.)”

But this wasn’t just sentiment.

This was tectonic.

“Filled with the fullness of God”?

Who even writes like that?

Whatever happened up there—on that balcony, on that Tuesday—it rewired something.

She’s still the same. Mostly.

But now, when she looks at the sky,

she pauses a little longer.

Like someone who saw infinity blink.

#That Pam's reference is from the book by CS Lewis, The Great Divorce 😌