I am starting to understand that most people don’t care about the
same things I do.
I want to know reasons for things—why life rolls out the way it
does. I want to recognize and understand whatever firm ground life
can offer. But a lot of people, most people, are satisfied by coping
with whatever circumstances come and to wreak out some enjoyment from
them.
Enjoyment is not enough for me. I want understanding and realization
of beauty, and the touch of joy. I want to exult, knowing that the
exultation comes from God. Life, as good as it is, is not enough. I
don’t want just to have it. I want to participate in its glory.
And I’m convinced that’s possible. There have been too many
times where the glory’s been close, so close and I could just fall
into it.
This is the way I love God. You, Oh Lord, are the only unfailing
connection to glory.
I went outside yesterday and felt the close rays of summer heat. I
breathed in and felt the sun come in, like sliding into a bath
surrounded by the smell and sight of flowers. Lush.
I am always comfortable in the house now—it is always 72 degrees
because otherwise Dave can’t breathe. And I’m glad for it. I rest
and sleep easily.
But life waits beyond the windows—the feel of sun on my back and
on my face when I look up.
Dave doesn’t like open expanses. He wants to be surrounded by
trees. Give me wind and sun and the feel of wide oceans. Let me see
the horizon from edge to edge uninterrupted.
So Big.
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