“The out-and-out Christian is a joyful Christian. The half-and-half Christian is the kind of Christian…little acquainted with the Lord. Why should we live halfway up the hill and swathed in the mists, when we might have an unclouded sky and a radiant sun over our heads if we would climb higher and walk in the light of His face?”
~ Alexander Maclaren
A regatta of tall ships sails across the blue skies above, the wooded country road winding before us. I take in the way the light filters through the treetops, leaving shimmering gold in its wake. The way it makes trees appear rain-washed and glistening and turns furrows of dark green against softer lawn lines to carpets laid out as welcome. Just looking at all this is like filling my lungs with great gulps of exhilarating, crisp air and feeling strengthened by it. Shimmer, both on the world and on the souls it touches.
“OOhhh, you do find the most beautiful routes,” she murmurs, as one tasting and drinking of lush green after long drought. And maybe she is, having flown in so freshly from the land of red rock desert.
“This is really the shortest way,” I laugh, yet knowingly…for I have planned this lilting jaunt through the country lanes to covered bridge to quaint shops – for her refreshing.
Seeing through another’s eyes somehow heightens my own appreciation, brings back joy of discovery anew, in adagio tempo.
And so we talk of Kings and cabbages and simple everyday things, while a Song whispers like wind bracing through my curls. Small brown birds scuttle and chatter before us as we walk past the old stone church, by the Music Man gingerbread cottages and up to the wooden bridge, sort of whispery now ourselves in this peace-lined lane. A child cyclist wheels from the forward end – and out and on past us.
“Let’s walk to the other side,” she dares with a glint in her voice, as we come to a vehicle barricade where rider just passed through. Light and shadows stream through bridge slats playfully, mischievously beckoning to us. So we do.
And in her laughter, in the light rushing sound of water somewhere beneath rickety wood, the words of the whispering song float up, discernible.
“I love seeing My World through your eyes, too,” He sings.
“Joy is the serious business of Heaven.”
~ C. S. Lewis
An invite to you…
Join in the wordsong here today by
telling us about a moment of song joy in your life
and leaving a bit of refresh in my comments! 🙂
© Pam Depoyan
Sharing with: Sunday Stillness with Janis Cox
Cloud photo: mine. Road photo: dreamtime