Do you ever get a tiny hint of something that transports you
back to a wonderful memory? A sort of super saturated déjà vu, a sort of
running cannon ball into the deep pool of your five senses? I LOVE those!
There has been just a few times
over the years that I have enjoyed these moments. One such
moment occurred a couple of years ago as
I was walking up to my door on a clear night with a huge bright moon. A warm
dry breeze blew up, bringing with it a
light floral sandy scent. As soon as the
aroma filled my nostrils, I was a kid again, on one of many family road trips
across the U.S., riding in the back seat of my parents station wagon, windows
down, my head resting on the door. I
stared at the bulging moon and brilliant stars, while my tangled hair whipped
in the wind. My breaths grew sleepy and rhythmic
with the hum of the tires on the infinite stretch of highway that sliced the
deserts of New Mexico, steeped with cactus blooms, and the settling of dust and
dew. It's hard to describe the tranquility
I enjoyed marveling at the vast moving sky from the passenger's side of that
'77 Buick road beast. I wished on stars,
talked to God, and dreamed up romantic fairy tales, all involving me of course
and my middle school crush of the week.
I relished in the sight of the reflection of the moonlight in my mom's
driving glasses and took comfort in watching my dad read road maps under the
overhead light even though the pavement
wouldn't curve for miles. My reminiscent moment was fleeting and I found
myself inhaling and sniffing in every direction to get just one more memory
inducing whiff.
There have been others too,
recently while roasting marshmallows in the fireplace with my kids, I
had an ephemeral rapture back to the childhood bonfires we would have on the
beach. I laid belly down on my Little Mermaid towel, snug in a fuzzy
sweatshirt, and stared into the flickering flame that reddened my cheeks. I could taste the seashore in my cracked
lips. It tasted like building
castles and searching for sand crabs and clinging to boogie boards.
I am now blessed with the beauty of the Midwest as my
backyard, but still every now and then, God gives me a small taste of beauty
from across the nation. I haven't driven
through the deserts or felt the sand between my toes in years, but I am
thankful for the brief glimpse of natural beauty and creation, even if they
only exist in my head.
The natural tends to give us just a tiny peek, a delightful
nibble of the supernatural. Our gifts,
our callings, our creative pouring, are compliments to His gifts. They can praise and thank, or crave and ache,
or testify and glorify, or influence and question, or even probe and dissect. They are what our eyes see, our ears hear,
our lips taste, and our hearts feel. We
all stop to smell the flowers in different ways and at different times, but the
beauty of the flower remains the same.
We are naturally tied to creation, naturally intended to create, as our
best mortal efforts to imitate the Creator.
I came across an insightful quote that was referenced in a book by
Philip Yancey from a chapter titled God
Loveth Adverbs. Lewis Smedes tells in his book, My God and I, about a Creator who,
liked
elegant sentences and was offended by dangling modifiers. Once you believe this, where can you
stop? If the Maker of the Universe
admired words well put together, think of how he must love sound well put
together, and if he loved sound thinking, how he must love a Bach concerto and
if he loved a Bach concerto think of how he prized any human effort to bring a
foretaste, be it ever so small, of his Kingdom of Justice and peace and
happiness to the victimized people of the world. In short, I met the Maker of the Universe who
loved the world he made and was dedicated to its redemption. I found the joy of the Lord, not at a prayer
meeting, but in English Composition 101.
Whether it be writing, painting, singing, photographing, or
any other form of creating, I would like to dedicate this page, "Hearts in the Arts", to all the gifted and talented individuals who are the only
ones that can portray how they, themselves, stop to smell the flowers.
What a delight. I stole a peek from Mindy's FB page. Your writing is truly beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Sandi!
DeleteIsn't it amazing how God created us to respond to the simple beautiful things in our life by something as simple as a fragrance or a sound. He created us to create in His Image and for His Glory! Oh the delights that are waiting for us as we lay our hands to the arts! Thanks for the reminder!
ReplyDeleteYou are an amazing writer Rachel. This is beautiful! I'm really excited about this new blog and look forward to reading more! Very insightful and uplifting.
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