10/1/09

Joy revisited

Have you ever felt that thrill, as you listen to music, where you feel your whole soul flow with the music and ride with the words?  Its tones lifting you higher into pure delight that makes your hair stand on end as the hidden nobility flows through you?

Have you ever seen the stars,  crystal in the pitch black firmament that we call space?  Small glowing spikes of light that brighten the sky with indescribable clarity?  Ever stopped to think how the nearest galaxy to ours is 25,000,000 light years away?  Despite being right there, and just a little bit to the left?

The tinkling trickle of water as it winds its way down the slopes of a mountain, gurgling softly as it caresses the rocks.   The blast of wind that takes your breath away, and causes pins and needles to flow over your skin.

One could live for those things.  For Joy is a balance of worlds, a combination of love, beauty, and peace. Rarely do men find it , and then, they don't know why.  


But in the end my master is not the stars, the running brook, and the nobility of creation.  Rather,  My Master is the God who placed me here. Who told me without a doubt that my place was to be with friends. To watch them and to help them the very best I can.

For the Joy that people search for, is more than just the stars,  it's more than just music, more than the wind.   Rather the simple and truthful words:

"I am, and always shall be, your friend."



But above all else,  it's the simple truth that we keep reminding ourselves of.  That He loved us so much, that He died for us.   "For no greater love has a man than this, that he would die for his friends."

2 comments:

  1. Nice post Layne. And the beauty of creation is another gift the Lord has blessed us with, if we take the time to look for it.

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  2. God's certainly given you a gift with words. Perhaps...dare I suggest it?...your writing is more powerful within the context of a simple blog post like this one, and will have a stronger impact on people's lives, than all the hours and effort given to a novel or short story will ever have.

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