The Beauty

Mar 09, 2008 - 16:04 PM PST

With his hat pulled low, as usual, he gets into his car. There's only about fifteen feet between the door to his place and the door to his car, and in the three seconds it took for him to make that walk the beauty of the day was upon him, infiltrating his mood.

Having already missed his first class from the alarm sounding at the wrong time, he arrived at school in time to make his second. Leaving the second class around 10 o'clock only meant the sun was higher, the Beauty becoming greater.

On his way back to his car he is reminded suddenly of the gift that it is.

"God is good"

On his way home he thinks of the failures he has endured in the previous two months. They don't compare to the greatness of the way today is turning out. It's the prettiest day of the year thus far. He thanks his friend for reminding him of that.

In his office he is sent home early, left with anticipation for the work ahead of him.

He calls his girl and receives no answer. It bothers him for only a moment. She is a busy woman, after all. He thinks about her for quite a while after this and decides she is worth waiting for, at least for now.

Darkness arrives and brings a storm. The wind is strong and the rain is loud and he is reminded of how he sleeps better when its storming outside.

Before giving up on his homework for the day he thinks about quite a few things, primarily his friends and his relationships. God hasn't been a focus of his lately and he regrets it. Things will change soon.

God is working very feverishly within him. He can tell. It's a struggle to understand the details of it all.

Before calling it a night he wrote this.

Then he realized how much love is surrounding him. All the time. He is grateful.