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"Ecstatic... Thoughts... Uncontrollably sporadic. Yet centered around one center… joy.
In plush ripe tones, joy is rushing through my bones.
If joy were a color it would be purple pastel pretty, like old women and young children both wear on Easter, smiling while having deviled eggs and drinking koolaid, chasing blown bubbles in the backyard.
The young ones' distracting hats fly off, and the old ones laugh a contagious laughter that is to be shared by everyone there.
The sun shines down upon them as all of their physical imperfections gleam beautifully… and inside… inside here I feel like this.
And I look outside my window and imagine the future purple pastel pretty moments of joy that I will one day have with my wife and my children, my friends and my family.
I really look forward to those moments but I am thankful for the one I am having right now, this morning, alone, on my couch, overwhelmed by joy." - Bradley Hathaway
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I have spent the weekend with friends doing things that I both enjoy and brings joy to them as well. I went to a concert. I took a road trip. I had lunch outside two days in a row. I went for a walk and took pictures. I learned a song. I read a book. I laughed with friends. I just let God speak, not expecting an answer. He spoke...in all those things I just listed.
Tonight after another amazing band practice, I sat out on the porch and watched clouds drift past the full moon that was so bright that it hurt my eyes to look at it. Don't get me wrong, I've got stuff on my mind and probably have stuff I should be doing. But I can't help but stare at this small glimmer of light and wonder why God put it there. It doesn't do anything. Sure, it moves the tides in the ocean. But I'm sure that God, in all His infinite wisdom, could've just made the tides just happen for no reason or found some other, less magnificent, way to make that happen. But instead He wanted me to stare at it so I'd think of Him and His love. Like I couldn't do that on my own. (insert sarcasm) He's right. I couldn't do that on my own. So I guess I'm glad He put the moon there. Aren't you?
