Good music touches my soul. I can sit all day just listening.
This moment, sitting in a chair listening to music and watching the wind blow the trees isn't a deeply spiritual moment, but it is such a peaceful one. I am not gaining insight or receiving a revelation; I am experiencing rest. I am experiencing God in his most basic expression: creation. I am seeing is around me and hearing it via his beloved.
This summer has been so good. I am living with my best friend and get to watch four of the greatest kids. The past week, we spent 3 days on Anna's farm, visited Kensie, went camping, had a morning fire, celebrated Katie's birthday, and introduced 5 people to Thai food. Life is so good and too short not to live it well.
My days aren't spent in contemplative prayer. Sometimes that bothers me. I feel like I put this pressure on myself to be like that. I have been learning that life isn't all about thinking and prayer. Sometimes the best way we can praise God is by fully living in the world he has put us in.
The view from my front yard is beautiful in a simple way. People are walking and working, flowers that were planted weeks ago are shouting God's glory. The wind blows, rustling leaves, and I can't help but think of God's Spirit that touches our lives often without proof or a sound. All we are left with is the effect of what moved it.
Secular acoustic music floods the scene and also enhances the spiritual-ness of the moment. Nobody is singing Bible verses or about God's glory, but each song is filled with it. There is beauty in a voice that was created to make amazing sounds. The creativity of instrumentals and lyrics help me see how we were made to be creative, in the likeness of God.
I could sit here forever, but my little brother will comeo home soon and bring about a new adventure.
Live in moment, not in memories.
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