I have always thought that March was a dreary month. It has a nip of winter...but nothing really pretty about the wintertime. It has breaths of spring but they are brief and leave you feeling like you caught the last note of a symphony. If I played background music to this month it would be a droning guitar and a solitary voice singing of better days.
Yesterday I was driving up I-95 in Northern Virginia. The grass on the side of the road was still brown and dead. The trees still stood solidly plain against slowly graying sky. It was still too early in the year to hear birds singing or to roll down your window without freezing your face off. But to my left something surprised me, appearing in between the dead branches. It was a brilliant sunset. Oranges, purples, reds and yellows spilled across the sky in radiant formation. The once gray clouds were now outlined in sprays of gold. The whole valley seems to be painted in the rosy glow from the west.
How many times am I content to watch the gray clouds and miss the sunset? "One thing have I asked of the Lord, that will I seek after: that I may
dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to
gaze upon the beauty of the Lord and to
inquire in his temple." [Psalms 27:4] Dwelling has two parts: gazing and inquiring. If I only gaze and watch but never seek or search, the true reason for beauty will never be discovered. But if I only search but never stop to take it in, then my heart will become dull and clouded...and dreary.
you should feel the sun in the spring
coming out after a rain
suddenly all is green
sunshine on everything
i can feel it now, i feel You now
and how could such a thing
shine its light on me
and make everything beautiful?
cus i got nothing of my own to give to You
but this light that shines on me shines on You
and makes everything beautiful, again.
it'll be alright, it'll be alright.
[lyrics from Stars by David Crowder Band]
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