Beauty is all that is glory and God is beauty embodied, glory manifested. Ann Voskamp
A new day
Excerpt from One Thousand Gifts: the Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are:
#362 Suds...all color in sun
A soap bubble, skin of light and water and space suspended in sphere. Who has time for that?
Hadn't I? Only because I was looking. Because that list of one thousand gifts has me always on the hunt for one more...one more -- to behold one more moment pregnant with wonder.
Time is a relentless river. It rages on, respecter of no one. And this, this is the only way to slow time: When I fully enter time's swift current, enter into the current moment with the weight of all my attention, I slow the torrent with the weight of me all here. I can slow the torrent by being all here. I only live the full life when I live fully in the moment. And when I'm always looking for the next glimpse of glory, I slow and enter. And time slows. Weigh down this moment in time with attention full, and the whole of time's river slows, slows, slows...
This. Is this eucharisteo the way to that elusive fullest life, the one that lives in the moment? What my sister urges when I get angry and knotted about tomorrow, when I sorrow for what is gone, her words always tugging me to stay right here -- "Wherever you are, be all there." I have lived the runner, panting ahead in worry, pounding back in regret, terrified to live in the present, because here-time asks me to do the hardest of all: just open wide and receive.
Light on soap film, its energy traveling, reflection, refraction on a wall a few millionth of an inch thick. Light waves permeate and collide, crest to crest and crest to trough. Yellow marbleizes into indigo dark. I do see this. I hold it.
This is where God is... God Himself framed in moment.
When I'm present, I meet I AM, the very presence of a present God. In His embrace, time loses all sense of speed and stress and space and stands so still and ... holy. Here is the only place I can love Him. I have time for God...