Passing by the wide open lake waters is the highlight of riding the train; it never matters what the weather is like, it’s persistently blissful – never interrupted – mesmerizing and zestful.
Even when you scan the glances of those riding the train, all attention is drawn to the peaceful scene out the window.
It’s a feast for the eyes to see, and respectfully, worth much more than one thousand words; it’s shiny, it’s bright, and it’s natural wonderment.
It’s the work of a detailed artist. God.
But…and there is always a but.
What is it about the goodness in life that we as humans love to hate, or tarnish in some way?
It feels necessary to deem things as ‘too-good-to-be-true’ a dream, or unreal.
Afterall, we know that roses have thorns too, right?
I frequently struggle with my rose colored ideas, and try to build a box of logic and ‘realistic’ comprehension around them. That usually results in a ruined idea, a sad conclusion, and a headache.
My pastor recently said,
“Faith is not blind leaping into the dark; faith is informed trust. It’s about facts, and it’s about encounter.”
I wouldn’t say my joy is fluffy and weightless in nature, but rather unmoving and sincere.
I would assume that this is the difference between sheer naivety and carelessness, and the awesome and strategic leaping (for joy) of God’s desires for ones life; ‘informed trust,’ and conscious faith.
Allowing myself to be dictated by ideals that aren’t anchored in God serves no purpose. God goes beyond all our logic and perpectives.
“However, as it is written: what no eye has seen, what no ear has heard, and what no human mind has conceived – the things of God has prepared for those who love him.” 1 Corinthians 2:9
I think it’s astounding the way that God calls upon us in life. It’s unimaginable, dream – like, and far too rosey for even the ‘wiser’ ones among us.
But I believe, from the top to the bottom of my heart, that God only works perfectly and our logic is over – delighted by such things.
Everything just may be as it seems.