when the silent world awaits the first glimmers of sunlight, I sense it.
when I hear a baby giggle or see her precious face-filling smile, it’s near enough to touch.
when my heart is almost breaking but doesn’t, I’m reminded of it.
when the music takes over my senses and I’m transported by the sound, it’s right there.
when hurt, death and destruction loom heavy on the horizon but redemption and grace rain down, I know it’s real.
when the full moon fills the night sky, I look for it.
when grieving parents hold onto hope, it becomes an actuality.
when surrounded by loved ones sharing life, I know it’s value.
when beauty enraptures me, I’m reminded that I can’t hold it like a greedy child with candy.
when Truth drowns out all the other voices in my life, I long for it.
when I’m caught up in the tangible, surrounded by the pressures of the present, I hears it’s echos calling me away
calling me to lose this world to gain it

It’s so close I can touch it, yet so elusive it feels impossible.
It’s sings a song deep in my being and reminds me that this world is not my home.

“What do people really get for all their hard work? I have seen the burden God has placed on us all. Yet God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God’s work from beginning to end. So I concluded there is nothing better than to be happy and enjoy ourselves as long as we can. And people should eat and drink and enjoy the fruits of their labor, for these are gifts from God.
And I know that whatever God does is final. Nothing can be added to it or taken from it. God’s purpose is that people should fear him. What is happening now has happened before, and what will happen in the future has happened before, because God makes the same things happen over and over again.” Ecclesiastes 3:9-15


2 Replies to “Sometimes”

  1. So true. I know this feeling so well. I love it and it aches at the same time – a deep void, but one that is absolutely promised to be filled. Our days here are numbered! We usually say that morbidly, but it's really such a marvelous thing. It only gets better after this. 🙂

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