And rain cries. But in it all somehow there is balance and harmony. Over the last 24 hours, God has broadened my perspective, allowed me to dig deeper in my heart and open the shutters of my mind, and embraced me in such a way that I felt safe. I cried today and laughed not three minutes later. I longed for far away people and things and I reveled in the joy of moments and friends around me. I can’t quite articulate the peace that has and is washing over me.
In church this morning, the pastor relayed the message from the prophet Joel about God’s call for his people to rend their hearts and come back to him for he is a God of grace, compassion and abundant love. Love that stretches as far as the east is from the west.
Perhaps this is the extreme I have encountered today, an east to west experience. The simple little squawks of a duck or the beautiful drops of rain on the calm sea call me to know the mysterious power that fashioned this world. In the mere act of recognizing these simple moments I know more deeply the spirit that permeates my life and its surroundings.
I cannot deny a love that gives such depth of perspective, such serenity, such understanding mentally, physically and emotionally, such natural phenomenon and quirks. And I hope and pray that I can receive such love in the next 24 hours when the geese begin to gargle.
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