“When peace like a
river attendeth my way,
when sorrows like sea billows roll;
whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,
"It is well, it is well with my
soul."
I
very seldom cry and only then on rare, private occasions. Usually, I cry when I’m alone with my Lord and I’ve fallen on my face
again; then there are those moments when loneliness or some other emotion
breaks open my depths and tears find themselves trickling down my white face.
Yet,
there is another which can make my dry eyes water: beauty. Beauty often takes
my breath away and as I kneel to pick a flower and place it in my hair or if I
stand underneath a brilliant, star-lit night I find my little soul over-flowing. Sometimes the abudance results in tears.
Today,
as the leaves change to scarlet red and sunshiny yellow, as the wind playfully
skipped over the land, and as the sky was full of blue and white, I wanted to
cry. I wanted to cry for this world we’re
blessed to live in, though pain-filled and fallen, is so lovely. Everything
speaks of order and life; everything proclaims the power and love of God.
So I shed a little tear and smile.
What makes you smile?
