My world has been shaken up-
As subtle as last Saturday’s earthquake, the impact was small but I know it occurred because some of us had felt it. Those of us who did not feel the earthquake, whose minds have been dampened by our own worries and anxieties just missed the earth’s shifts and turns. Is anyone else in awe that while we are but a speck on this earth, we are capable of shaking and feeling every turn of this great sphere? Even when we do not feel every inch of it’s turn, we have a relationship with the creator because we too, rock quietly against the violent rhythms of the ocean?
Whatever the ocean felt that night, I felt it too.
I am wonder-struck. I am but a speck.
How can I make sense that the stars above me see me as clearly as I see it glistening?
I am but a speck. As small as a wildflower whose evening bloom receives the sky
I know that when I stop to look at the sky, I know that it notices me as well.
There is a constant disconnect between myself and another world that exists outside of me. My desire to belong to something greater than me is so strong that it has pierced a hole in my heart so large that no man can dare fill it. So there you have it. This is an illustration of the human condition that we were created less whole so that he can come in and complete us in a way that not any person or majestic ocean can fill.
So I begin to count backwards the 26 years of my life and was saddened that I had enthroned the material world so that God’s beauty could be objectified instead of appreciated. Then as I winded the clock back, I questioned in what day and what hour, in which transition between sleep and conscientiousness had I decided to begin to grow a distaste of harsh neon lights and loud music blaring from the streets. When did I begin to detest the smell of cheap perfume and idle conversations? When was it that all my favorite things like the smell of fresh rain became a burden?
When did I realize that my silence would speaker louder than my words?
I don’t know when I gradually sobered into a state of calm and saw that the cause of my own hurt and the hurt of others was the result of suffering from some kind of deficiency.
Eccleciastes 3 states:
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
2 a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
3 a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
4 a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
5 a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
6 a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
7 a time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
8 a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace.
Maybe I’ve been prepared for the impact of what just happened or maybe for once, I’m more aware that I’m actually more connected to non-human nature than I realize. I’m starting to see that when I’m sad, God not only comforts me but also directs me to other ways that I can experience joy. This is proof that joy is not derivative from a relationship or a person because humans do not make up for each other what the other is lacking.
As I was driving home today, a Sarah Mclachlan song came on and it just reminded me of someone I care so much about. I’m still working things out and processing all that has happened in such a short amount of time. I am sure of only one thing: that God’s will is good even if things don’t turn out the way I predicted it to be. Who am I.. but a speck to assume that what I see is all that God has to offer?
What ravages of spirit
Conjured this temptuous rage
Created you a monster
Broken by the rules of love
And fate has led you through it
You do what you have to do
And fate has led you through it
You do what you have to do …
And I have the sense to recognize that
I don’t know how to let you go
Every moment marked
With apparitions of your soul
I’m ever swiftly moving
Trying to escape this desire
The yearning to be near you
I do what I have to do
The yearning to be near you
I do what I have to do
But I have the sense to recognize
That I don’t know how
To let you go
I don’t know how
To let you go
This is Stefani signing off. Good night all.