I don’t know why I’m so overcome with gratefulness today. I’m certainly not going to complain.
There are just some days when I see the art and the beauty and the redemption in everything that meets my eyes and ears. These days are rare and under constant threats of endangerment.
How do I make days like these happen more often?
I can’t process things with my hands and feet in the front yard dirt like I normally do. The typical Florida weather has been replaced with some type of cold that is rare to November, especially in these parts. But I don’t care. Today I’m connecting with something else; the forever sky.
There’s something about the sun that is different in the cold, fall Florida sky. It shines brighter. The shadows in everything are muted, and it’s as if the great photographer over exposes the scenery, making objects crisp.
Oh, but the yellows and browns in the leaves that lay in abundance on my almost-dead grass. The colors are saturated. Greens are left in waiting as these colors run deep all over the street.
Then I look up into the forever sky, and I try to fathom my God who dwells up there, somewhere and everywhere in the Forever. And in that Forever, He is able to look down, past the galaxies and black holes and see little me.
And not only does he sees me, but his eyes find me with fondness. With love. With pleasure.
I don’t understand it. But, I am grateful.