Tonight was different. A shining planet rose like a jewel beneath the crescent moon. Stars slowly emerged as members in the choir… The ocean tide slowly rose to the occasion… The setting sun turned the barn to orange and, later, to crimson… I felt inklings of a symphony behind which might be a score and a conductor… I sensed a story with a wooing author… And we have minds and hearts that are free to reject or to receive the gift and the Giver of it all — to join the dance or to wait it out.” -Kelly Munroe Kullberg
The devotional text I read today was nothing short of being descriptive in amazement. And I wondered, sitting in my sauna of a room, in the sweltering heat, trying to breathe normally and looking out the window with an awesome view: the occasional coconut tree at a standstill (because there was not a breath of wind), the landscape of drab buildings and roofs, the parked cars baking under the sun. I wondered, how it is possible to appreciate the wonderful symphony of nature in this kind of environment.
It was impossible. But You reminded me of last night, walking in a cooler summer breeze somewhere in Bulacan, hand in another’s, savoring the contrast of that place against what I had to go back to later that evening; sitting along the hi-way, watching the occasional truck rumble by, surrounded by the simplicity of that kind of life, I had that choice to reject or accept that moment.
I unfortunately chose to reject it — initially. Honestly how can one appreciate the beauty of it all, as it was created, in such a busy city like this? The art of awe has been tragically lost.
And then You made me realize the fact that I was where I was supposed to be, spending time with people I love, that I have moments like last night to enjoy, are enough to make me be in awe. After all, You do orchestrate the greatest stories of our lives (love stories included!).
It’s not like living in the city is all to our disadvantage. It’s just that most of the time, the attitudes that go with it get to us. I want too much, I need to much.
I forget that “in all things God works for the good of those who love him“. There’s a different beat in the background, a unique harmony, and a pulsating rhythm that transcends everything that we know in this universe. There’s an orchestra that’s being conducted by the Master Himself, one that we cannot always see or understand, and it has been playing since before the world began.
It’s a wondrous thing, it really is. And I’m truly sorry that I missed it at first. I didn’t have to go to a secluded rural area to realize that. All that was needed was a gentle reminder.
But it wouldn’t hurt to have that kind of simple life too.