a glimpse.

There are some things that will never leave me. The sound of pouring rain as it splashes onto the deck. The red and purple stained clouds as the sun slowly slips below the horizon. The salty taste of the ocean air. The look of billions of stars swirling around like painted galaxies in the night sky. Nothing short of a glimpse of heaven.


Among the dingy city skyline and cement-covered earth, I sometimes forget how intricate and beautiful creation itself really is, feeling lost in the chaos of modern civilization. But when I'm standing at the edge of the open ocean in the early hours of the morning, watching the sun creep up above lush green islands to light the quiet sky, a deep solitude consumes me and I feel at peace with my life.


I understand something in those moments that I don't understand anywhere else. Worry and stress fall away and life finally makes sense. The peaceful sensation I experience feels so far beyond my own self that I am certain it comes from the spirit inside of me. And for once I understand that my life is truly not my own.


Those incredible moments will always stay with me. A world of chaos may surround me, but understanding that my life is not my own keeps me focused on He to whom my life is given, forever praising Him for his glorious creation, and never ceasing to plead for those who have yet to experience this glimpse of heaven.