This morning, the world is laced with white, petite ice crystals cling to fingers of grass—winking in the early light. I’m out in the back yard in my robe, knee boots pulled on hastily, trying to capture beauty. Everything I touch melts and I tiptoe cautiously along the rim of this plot of land we call home. I am a clumsy giant in this fragile frozen world and diamonds crush beneath me.The birds are quiet and my hem is soaked clean through from the bending and kneeling, and I think, Just one more shot.
The kids are still asleep upstairs and the neighbor’s goats crash through the meadow and my bare legs are turning blue beneath this robe.
But I am standing in a wonderland and I wonder. How does the world not stop its turning in the wake of such beauty?
The things that disappear too quickly are begging to be framed.
My heart has been heavy for the people of the Philippines, for friends who have loved ones there, for people I have loved over the sea. And I stand alone on this gossamer, small but seen, and I sing the Shema. I lift it all up: this beauty, that grief, all the loss a broken world must endure.
Just one more shot, I think.
And Beauty is a person; that sweet Companion who soothes the ache.
How do you embrace the God-joy? Every Monday I’ll be sharing one of my Playdates with God. I would love to hear about yours. It can be anything: outside, quiet time. Maybe it’s solitary. Maybe it’s loud and crowded. Just find Him. Be with Him. Grab my button at the bottom of the page and join us:
I’m a morning person and happiest in a place with no walls. Give me a bed of grass and a blanket-sky and I will dream deep in wonder. But a good story takes me to this place too. And a poem? Even better. You can always find me here. Or connect with me on on facebook, twitter, or pinterest.