There’s an interesting thing that happens on my front porch each time a visitor comes.
I’ve been sitting on the couch in full view of the glass front door a handful of times now and seen this occur with each one.
This is what they see:
This is what I see:
They walk up the steps and pause at the top of the landing.
They stop just short of ringing the bell.
The sun shines down adding a glow to their profile and there’s an unmistakable breath followed by deep exhalation.
It’s amazing to see someone’s private reaction to one of God’s greatest creations.
Witnessing these moments has made me incredibly happy.
It’s been a testament to me of the simplicity that still lives within each of us, defying the crazy, over-worked, over-stimulated ebb and flow of modern day.
I see peace wash over their faces.
At first the desert rat within me thought, “They’re so funny. It’s like they forget they live surrounded by water.”
It is so green and lush here and at every turn it seems there’s a river, reservoir, lake or bay.
I can’t go long without running into a water source around here.
And then I realize they haven’t forgotten, it’s like anything else. We trudge on with our days, with our lives, heads down, our eyes fixed, as we dig in to the work set before us.
Occasionally it takes a rare moment of rising to the top and coming to a clearing before we see the beauty that’s been around us all the time.
So I guess I’m just reminding myself: