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The Beauty of the Moment

            Life is a challenge. It can be exhausting as we head down the tumultuous path that hopefully will someday lead us to happiness. Routines get old, pretty soon we lose sight of what’s true.

It’s like riding a carousel, the more it goes around and aound, the more things seem to blend together into one big blur. The flashing lights of the ride persuading you to get on, the children running up and down the middle of the ride, anxiously choosing which horse they will ride.Just for a moment innocence’s sheer delicacy,

Innocence 

The beauty found in every single moment of our lives, treasuring the very air we breathe, “who says we have been promised tomorrow?”

Our time here is short, for it is like a speck of dust in the sands of time, and gone in the simple wink of an eye.

Have you ever watched a home movie or looked at old photos, and felt the exact same way you felt the day the picture was taken?

Have you ever met someone and felt as if you’ve known them all your life…except you just met ?

Oh the beauty of the moment!!

Have you ever stayed up all night just to watch the starts shimmer in the humongous sky above us, and to watch the majestic beauty of a sun rising amidst the trees?

Your heart almost stops for a quick second as you take in the ABSOLUTE splendor that is before your eyes!

Ever sat on an ocean shore and contemplated on what Fabulous Maker this God is?
 To think of every single detail- from the temperature of the water, to the foam riding atop the waves.
 Even the different hues of blue varying throughout the entire body of water, each containing new depths awaiting to be explored.

Oh the joy you feel within you to be able to experience such a grandiose gift! Your heart wants nothing more than to lift your arms up and thank Him, to whom all things worship.

Equally as mystifying is the connection between Our Maker and each of us. How He speaks to each individual differently. How our spirits leap within us when his reflection is noticed in the eyes of someone.  else. 
There is a common place, where both hearts meet; there, they exchange the sorrows with one another.

Their afflictions they share, for more noble a cause there cannot be, but to simply relieve the other from some of the weight that has been bearing for so long. To give them even just a single ray of hope, a small peek at the extraordinary in the ordinary.
To point them towards the higher road underneath the rubble,  showing them the sacred in the simple, and hope their soul will choose to accept this invitation into something far greater than their finite minds will ever be able to fathom. Selflessness is not in question here, no it is an everyday occurrence, it fashions the mind’s eye to grasp reality as beautiful.

The beauty of the moment is powerful.  It is constant, yet transforming.
It unwraps the rugged heaviness of life’s burdens and trials, concealing nothing more and nothing less than two wooden beams conjoined in the middle -forming a cross. The crosses we each bear in our daily sufferings, trials, and tribulations, and drowning all those things out with the symphony of self- giving. 
Humility

resounding in the air, oh timeless beauty! For what better hope is there than to find the Beauty of the Moment.? To stumble upon it and recognize the excellence as each and every little grain of sand trickles down that hourglass- what more could one ask?

Perhaps we ask for that equal heart to be found, to enter into this mystifying Enchantment with- a red rose amongst the white lilies of life. 
One can only hope that they too may be humbled, overwhelmed and brought to tears by the grandeur of the gift we are, and are given in The Beauty of the Moment…