This kind of Day
I'm home alone right now, and this might not mean much to most of you, but to me, the next 2 hours are precious and rare. In a house tumbling with people, sounds, clothes, and more people, we all have to find our little sliver of alone time now and then. Perhaps this is the reason why I secretly enjoy spending loner time during my breaks reading at Barnes and Nobles. I'm not the type of person who needs constant companionship, but of course my alone-ness has its limits before it turns into loneliness. I've only written four entries in this blog, and two of them so far have been about being alone. It must seem like I crave space and silence desperately, which isn't truly the case, but at the same time, isn't far from the truth either. Anyways, I'm home alone right now, and here is what the world looks like from where I'm sitting.
There are some days that are simply beautiful despite the pain and hardships that still reign mere miles beneath the perfect sky. Today is one of those days. As I munch on Nabisco graham crackers and bask in the silence warmed by the morning sun, simple pleasures become more satisfying than the immediate fulfillment of lofty dreams. The small blessings that the day offers glint bright against the dark thoughts and feelings. I push away the thoughts of yesterday, of this morning, of just a few hours ago, and allow God to renew my mind. In the midst of all the mistakes, my heart grasps onto the thread of hope that tugs at my heart, reminding me that the fullness of life is found in Christ and I have yet to discover it.
I can't give up before I've even started.
Something about beautiful weather just makes you want to write about it. But once my fingers touch the keyboard and the words "clear", "warm", "fragrant", "peaceful" start to appear, and I can't help but feel like that poor man who wrote Ecclesiastes. Everything's been done under the sun. Am I doomed to write cliche phrases about how gorgeous the sky is today, or how ethereal the moon looks with its soft rays reflected in the fragments of clouds that surround it?! Is there no satisfying outlet for my creative energy that becomes stirred up within me the moment I set foot outside my house and look around? Oh what a terrible position I find myself in. And now I have successfully altered the mood I spent hours creating in the first two paragraphs of my blog. Interesting how things usually don't go according to plan.
There are some days that are simply beautiful despite the pain and hardships that still reign mere miles beneath the perfect sky. Today is one of those days. As I munch on Nabisco graham crackers and bask in the silence warmed by the morning sun, simple pleasures become more satisfying than the immediate fulfillment of lofty dreams. The small blessings that the day offers glint bright against the dark thoughts and feelings. I push away the thoughts of yesterday, of this morning, of just a few hours ago, and allow God to renew my mind. In the midst of all the mistakes, my heart grasps onto the thread of hope that tugs at my heart, reminding me that the fullness of life is found in Christ and I have yet to discover it.
I can't give up before I've even started.
Something about beautiful weather just makes you want to write about it. But once my fingers touch the keyboard and the words "clear", "warm", "fragrant", "peaceful" start to appear, and I can't help but feel like that poor man who wrote Ecclesiastes. Everything's been done under the sun. Am I doomed to write cliche phrases about how gorgeous the sky is today, or how ethereal the moon looks with its soft rays reflected in the fragments of clouds that surround it?! Is there no satisfying outlet for my creative energy that becomes stirred up within me the moment I set foot outside my house and look around? Oh what a terrible position I find myself in. And now I have successfully altered the mood I spent hours creating in the first two paragraphs of my blog. Interesting how things usually don't go according to plan.
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