The Moment

You know the moment when you can't bare to listen to music because you are somewhere outside in the world where God has orchestrated a symphony of sound and silence that surpasses the desire to entertain any other static? The moment when the world is so bright, but you can't stand the thought of putting on sunglasses, because you know they would only interfere with the glory and state of wonder before you. The moment where the world is no longer just a place, but an experience that encourages you to breathe deeper, hoping that somehow your limbs will take root, slowly sink in the ground, and begin to grow beneath you, making you a permanent living appendage of the scene. As if time and place have petitioned you to be an immutable resident, because they too, sense that they cannot be the same without you. I want to live there.

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In that moment where all problems dissolve and are weathered away by time and grace and the distance between you and God transcends physical space. Where you are physically apart, but can't help that He feels palpably present, both within, and without of yourself. Where you can be simultaneously shattered by the moment’s painful impermanence and yet feel completely whole for having been the sole witness of its fleeting existence. And while you know this moment can not be the Eden it is without the lonely dark spaces and mundane affairs of life, you can't help but feel the tragedy in knowing this too shall pass… that this moment is just a glimpse of a forgotten life that you lived before and a glimmer of one that you will live again.

I believe one day I will no longer need to string these moments together. Someday they will seamlessly become my life. But for now... I live for these moments.