Thankfulness
The purity of simplicity, lost in the murky depths
of daily toil, arises to meet the light of this day. The heart and head
disagree on running farther today. With the head at bay, the heart begins to
speak.
First, it speaks to the light, drawing it over the
rough construction of man’s world. Then it quiets
the roaring call of humanity. The heart then slows the anxious breaths and
finds a way to sing.
The notes drift through the trees, drawing my eyes
up to the dancing rays of sun above. Most days, I work with eyes downcast,
forgetting the beauty around me. I may look from side to side, but I can never
get the full picture if I don’t look up. With my face
drawn towards the sun, my eyes linger on the clouds as my heart begins to coax
them shut.
With eyes closed and heart singing, I breathe. Then,
I listen. The one I know so well and forget so easily is moving through the
trees. He’s caressing my cheek and
holding me close. Close to His creation, close to His light. With the frozen
air that escapes my lungs, I feel alive. I am electrified by the life that is
in this place. It’s the place where only we
are. A moment in time that gives over to nothing and that no one else may
enter.
Now, like a symphony, my life sifts back through
this dreamscape. I hear voices speaking truth and hope that give life to the
dullest days. I see the memories of tears and laughter that only love and
strength can carry. I feel arms around me that have reminded me so often that I
am not alone. And then my own tears begin.
I find myself thinking back to the last time I
stopped like this. The last time I gave Him a chance to answer me. It’s
been far too long since I let Him help me. He who has always fought for me. He
who stands b$y, waiting for me to turn
towards him.
Today, I am thankful that He has waited for me.