Echo.
I wrote this about two years ago, so the writing is kind of rough and very lacking in any developed eloquence. It’s notable that I think I need to take a cue from my 17 year old self.
Somewhat inspired musings.(1 year ago)
“You’re the only one that knows me,
love it when you hold me,
never find a love like this.
Let me hear you say,
now I’ll never be lonely,
look at what you’ve shown me,
never find a love like this.”
It’s gratifying to know that, should one look hard enough, they can still find traces of God everywhere—even within the linings of today’s mass media. Given, the above quote was taken out of context, the very quote itself can very well be a description of our relationship with God, no?
The following isn’t meant to be perceived as a sermon. No, not by any means. I am not wise enough nor qualified to dabble out any sort of lesson. It’s an early morning on this free Monday, and I feel like it’s a good time as any to make a semblance of organization with my frantic, (and rather frequent), ramblings. =)
It’s getting more and more difficult every morning to get our bodies out of bed. More often than not, negative thoughts pervade our thoughts. “What’s the point?” It seems like the answer becomes more and more elusive. I find myself bogged down with the thought that today may bring more loss and more heartbreak. All of the negativity seeps through an open window, a window we open up every day simply by waking up and giving the world one more chance. It’s a method that has proven both faulty and disappointing.
Hatred. Violence. Obscenities. The generation we live alongside is perverse, as has been hammered into our conscious and subconscious thoughts. Regardless of whether we are told this or not, observation is enough to solidify the very same opinion. Ghastly sights of pain and sorrow run rampant, spectacles we are forced to entertain on a daily basis.
It’s kind of disheartening, isn’t it?
The bad, however, maintains an antithesis; its antagonistic touch is waylaid by the comfort of the good. Which, I suppose, brings me to my main point. God works in a mysterious, yet simultaneously, timely manner. As we all travel down that dark well of life, the sight of rock bottom visible and ready to crash into our very craniums, a counteractive force is produced, and a safety harness is provided. When it seems like nothing but bad can be experienced, nothing but tears can be produced by our bodies.. God makes Himself known.
I walked through the “Incredible Edible Park of Irvine” this morning by my house, restlessness the driving reason behind my early rise from bed. The walk calmed me down. Maybe the park isn’t the embodiment of untainted nature itself. Maybe I wasn’t walking through a lush jungle of green. That didn’t stop me from smiling as I indulged in the sweet simplicity of listening to the birds dialogue with each other, chirp after chirp. It didn’t stop me from identifying the serenity that stems from feeling that crisp air snap at your skin, a brisk reminder that YOU ARE ALIVE.
And so we are.
There has to be a dash of God in everything. There has to be a trace of the Lord in every sincere smile. It’s what motivates us. It’s what gets us to throw off the sheets every morning, ready to confront another chain of events, happy or otherwise. It’s what grants us courage to brave through uncharted waters every single day. It’s what makes us open those closed eyes, so that we may have the chance to behold the vision of that renewed sunrise.
There’s a certain sense of, well, certainty, in that sunrise. Many have tried to dissect the overall symbolism of that sight. I guess I’m no different, though I digress. My interpretation, though probably not anything mind-blowing, remains fairly concise. The sunrise, to me, is the premise of a pledge. God has given us the chance to see it. He’s blessed us with the privilege to wake up from bed and see the tints and hues that compose a baby sun. We’re awake—and in exchange, we need to strive for something higher, something better. Whether that is proves to be a physical or spiritual manifestation, depends on the individual.
Sunrises, songs, conversations.. there are constant reminders that God is there. Look hard enough and the well-intentioned and good-doing should have no trouble ending the game of hide and seek.
This was actually relatively short and choppy, compared to some of my other blogs. Heh. No pivotal nor new point was necessarily met in the creation of this blog, but the rationale remains. The beginning of the day itself has granted a renewed sense of hope. And in a hopefully appropriate reply to God’s call,
“I won’t hesitate no more, no more.
It cannot wait, I’m sure.
There’s no need to complicate—
Our time is short
This is our fate, I’m yours.”
Have a great one, everybody. =)
