In this series of posts, I’ve zeroed in on emotional pain, and reconciling struggles with faith in a loving God. But not even a melancholy person like me feels gloomy all the time. No, sometimes God provides a serendipitous experience and my spirit soars, like the morning on the way to work when a roseate sunrise greeted me and displayed the creative majesty of God. Such moments of ravishing beauty make the struggles more bearable. I was reminded of Psalm 8:1: “O Lord, our Lord, how majestic is Thy name in all the earth, who hast displayed Thy splendor above the heavens!”
That fleeting work of art inflated my spirit and offered more than enough zest to fill the demands of that day. When I gazed at the sunset, I was reminded of a popular saying: “Life is not a dress rehearsal. Live it to the fullest.” That morning, I lived life to the fullest by stopping to stare at the sunrise. Later that day, I penned the words that follow.
Living That Makes Sense
Soak up the sunrise.
Work will wait. Absorb the Lord’s art.
Let eye-popping hues heat up your heart.
Crunch the crisp apple.
Relish its juice running down your chin
before you choose to bite it again.
Ball up the blowing snow.
Let red-cold fingers form snowmen;
frosty flakes melt on face’s skin.
Listen! Don’t just hear
when brown leaves scrunch beneath your shoe,
or contented cats purr on cue.
Life is a sponge. Fill it, then seize it.
With all your might, twist it and squeeze it.
When has the Lord gifted you with a serendipitous time of joy?