Sunday, October 13, 2013
Layla is trying to comfort me because the tears are flowing. She cannot understand why I am sitting here crying. I can't either. But they are not sad tears, or angry tears or even confused tears. My eyes have been brimming for days. Ready for the slightest bump to release the unreasonable emotion.
Don't be scared. It's all good. Really it is. Now Layla has relaxed and the snoring is about to commence. I am watching the trees dancing outside my window and the beauty simply overwhelmed me.
I'm not standing in the amazing redwoods; these are just your ordinary, every day yard trees in a suburban subdivision that looks exactly like a million others. I am not on our coastline listening to the crash of waves hitting the rocky shore. All I am hearing are the neighbor's dogs, a few birds who are hanging tightly to the tree branches in this wind and some voices across the street. I am not in the mountains overlooking valleys of green as far as the eye can see. My eyes are only seeing some leaves traveling around the cul-de-sac as if they were late for an important date and forgot which way to go.
But my heart is full. Maybe the beauty of the Lord has filled me up so much today that the overflow had to stream out through tears. The beauty of the Lord....what does that even mean? I certainly cannot try to explain something that I cannot even grasp.
I'm not going to try to put words around this sense...this sense of HIS presence...HIS...why do I want to say "manifest" presence? Dictionary:"MANIFEST: readily perceived by the eye or the understanding; evident; obvious; apparent; plain."......because it is NOT evident or obvious at all. It is subtle, gentle, but HERE.
The beauty of the Lord is all around us. This world feels overtaken by ugliness in recent years. The glory of instant access to information all over the world brings the raw and coarse realities to us relentlessly. Man mistreating man, until we have to look away and our eyes must have something beautiful to rest upon so we can take a breath. For a minute.
Look at the trees. See them dance and sway. Allow your eyes to follow a single leaf as it falls. Does it land without a tiny twist and turn? Or does it fly over and under the neighbor's fence and then give itself to the wind and eventually find rest beside a mailbox?
God is in the trees and the wind. His beauty is saturating the air around us. I see Him behind the eyes of Layla, in the sun as it puddles on my kitchen floor and in the sound of my son coming home late at night. The beauty of the Lord is here in my home and in yours.
My tears have dried now. I have set this laptop aside to let the dog out and then let her back in as I asked her to please make up her mind. And I am still embracing the beauty of the Lord, even now as the dog turns in circles, settles herself and the snoring resumes.
Happy Sunday My Friends,
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