It’s not too often, but sometimes, the world frightens me. Mostly, I allow my heart and spirit to dwell in the graciousness of beauty and wholeness and possibility. I believe in a loving God, a God who believes in us as people with souls that are thirsty for goodness and compassion. I turn my eyes towards the mountains created by this God as many times a day as I can, and I remember how there is strength available, and support, even when we think it has all been depleted. I delight in quirky birdsongs and celebrate the small wonders that wait for us to find them.
But sometimes, the world frightens me, with obscure intentions meant for harm, mean-spiritedness, and tragic moments when full-of-life people die moments after their laughter filled the air. I am burdened by how easily we achieve for things and lose sight of each other. I don’t know what to do about the skewed, unhealthy perceptions of life espoused through television and media, and I am sad that we are too busy for that which begs our attention.
But today, as I sat at a stop light, I rested my eyes upon this scene, and I was comforted. I don’t know if I can fully articulate how it moved me, but there was something in the weathered spirit of the old wooden walls, the tree waiting for spring, and the steadfastness of the mountains that said, “No matter what. No matter how life plays out, there is something deeper and truer that will never falter or fail. There is life beyond the life you recognize here and so much more than you can see that will always urge life forward. Trust when you think you cannot. Love when you would rather pull inward. Show up to those in need. And when you feel most frightened, breathe in the ancient air made fresh as winter becomes spring.”
But sometimes, the world frightens me, with obscure intentions meant for harm, mean-spiritedness, and tragic moments when full-of-life people die moments after their laughter filled the air. I am burdened by how easily we achieve for things and lose sight of each other. I don’t know what to do about the skewed, unhealthy perceptions of life espoused through television and media, and I am sad that we are too busy for that which begs our attention.
But today, as I sat at a stop light, I rested my eyes upon this scene, and I was comforted. I don’t know if I can fully articulate how it moved me, but there was something in the weathered spirit of the old wooden walls, the tree waiting for spring, and the steadfastness of the mountains that said, “No matter what. No matter how life plays out, there is something deeper and truer that will never falter or fail. There is life beyond the life you recognize here and so much more than you can see that will always urge life forward. Trust when you think you cannot. Love when you would rather pull inward. Show up to those in need. And when you feel most frightened, breathe in the ancient air made fresh as winter becomes spring.”
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