Monday, May 25, 2009

inspiration comes and goes. Where it'll come from, nobody knows - Oct 22, 2008

The sun is shining brightly. There’s not a cloud in the sky. It’s a beautiful day. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath; the wonderful smell of fall is in the air. I feel the cool, crisp wind blowing, my arms obtain goose bumps and I reach for my favorite sweatshirt. 

My ears are opened by the beautiful sounds of birds as they tweet a sweet song as they fly by. Opening my eyes, I spot a sparrow up in the tree. Its beautiful feathers and song catch my eyes and ears. I watch it as it rests, gaining the strength to take another flight.

The trees are still green, they don’t changing colors here. There aren’t beautiful yellows, oranges, reds, or browns like in the mountains. My heart is saddened by this realization. 

My heart soon becomes happy again. I know that this was all created because I love it. The coolness, the breeze, the sun, the colors (when leaves change, even though they don’t change here), and the sounds of the birds call, I love it all. It’s all God’s love letter to me. It’s Him saying, “Hey, I love you! This is my way of showing you. You see how beautiful all this is? You’re even more beautiful. Life wouldn’t be the same without you.” 

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