Breathtaking days like this have always saddened me. For the longest time I couldn’t fathom why, but recently I caught myself reacting to the beauty of everything around me, and I came to some humbling conclusions.
At first, I wanted to own it. I wanted to take a piece of this day with me, to have and to hold for the rest of my life. Attempt after attempt was made to capture the majesty of the day, to bite off a bit of its glory, but it soon dawned on me that nothing compared to actually being here in its presence. The day was just a little too marvelous and too wonderful; I realized that all I could do was enjoy it for what it was.
Attempt after attempt was made to capture the majesty of the day, to bite off a bit of its glory, but it soon dawned on me that nothing compared to actually being here in its presence. The day was just a little too marvelous and too wonderful; I realized that all I could do was enjoy it for what it was.
Next, I wanted to make up for it. If I couldn’t have its glory, I wanted to at least live up to it. The fact was that some part of me felt unworthy, that I did not deserve to be in the presence of such splendor; so I struggled to earn it, to make me worth its while, but I soon realized that there was nothing I could do. Once it hit me that this beautiful day was a gift, all I could do was accept it. It did not need me to be any better or worse; it just needed me to be.
Upon accepting this gift, I wanted this day to never end. This was the most disheartening thought, that I only had a handful of hours to enjoy the day before it was over. There was so much to do in so little time that I did not know where to start. In the midst of my panic, the Giver reminded me that one day this beauty will not end, that a time is coming where every passing day will be lovelier than today, embroidered with glory and shrouded in light. With this promise, I realized that I did not have to worry about wasting time, that I could walk confidently in the assurance that the best was yet to come.
In the midst of my panic, the Giver reminded me that one day this beauty will not end, that a time is coming where every passing day will be lovelier than today, embroidered with glory and shrouded in light.
This was a beauty I could not earn, a beauty I could only accept and enjoy. A beauty not of me, but for me.
This is a beauty I want to share with the world.