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.