Take a look.

There are shadows blocking me, two hands over my eyes. It's not like my eyes have been closed this whole time. Move away your hands, let me look up at the sun. The world at large, is vastly breath-taking. In seven days it all became. And here, do you hear the sounds of all the world owns? Sometimes I just want to look up in the sky and hear nothing, just feel the breeze. But even then the cool of the day, the wind moving through and through, I can want to hear everything. What does it sound like to be at peace? At sound mind? At hope? At excitement? Take away your earphones, press pause. Let God speak, let Him show you what it means to look through those eyes of yours, and hear through those ears. It's different when you lay aside your thoughts, will, and emotions. To ask God to come in and speak, to just want to be with Him. Everything that was wrong- it begins to make sense, there is something inside yourself, and you feel more alive. I remember the first time I figured this out,and it was life-transforming. Who would have thought it would be this amazing? Who could have known He could love so deeply? We often get so caught up in believing we have to do it all on our own, that we in ourselves have the capability to ransom our lives and bring out a saving power. But I remember those days when I was at it alone, brokenness took on it's meaning. I'm looking at the son now and parts of the sky streaked with clouds. The largest canvas ever, and God paints it new every day. In autumn on the east coast, I love to see the trees. A rainbow covered world, and crisp beneath my feet. Making piles and piles of these vibrant leaves, and diving in. The smell I always thought was weird. But it didn't matter, I'd keep diving in. And what about the way the ground smells after rain on a summer afternoon? For some reason it always made me want to take a walk. And all these fragments of what make up the world, seem to coincide with all the things I'm feeling. I see them in fast forwarded motion, and it's more beautiful when I understand it was made for me. Even more so as I find out these textures, sounds, and sights work in unison to assist me in making sense of life. God knew what He was doing.