Catching a glimpse. A response to the one who pondered...
One of those miraculous college happenings occurred this morning. Class was cancelled, but, I didn't find out about it until I had dragged myself out of bed, showered, dressed and arrived to school. Here's what is great about this: extra time. This week I have a couple of papers due, a make-up exam to take, and a painting to finish and then write an essay about. Oh, and in case you forgot....we are moving Saturday and my Mom will be here Thursday. Busy, busy.
So a little extra time is great and I need to regroup and give myself a little time to think. I was catching up with my new pal, Pondering C, and read about her own thoughts on the busyness of life (re: go to sleep post). She talked about how there are times when she catches a glimpse of how good it is to be alive, of feeling joy and peace, hope in the future, contentment and of God. She wonders why it's only a glimpse and "does everyone just get glimpses of the really good stuff?"
I love to look up words and really test my knowledge of them. Most words we think we understand offer much more within their meaning once we actually take a little time to study them. So, being the big nerd that I am, I researched the word, glimpse. I found, that indeed, I understand it as being a very brief, passing look of something, no surprise there. However, I did discover that the archaic definition of this word was: a gleam, as of light. Ooooooh, I love that! A gleam of light....like maybe only when the sun is shining in that perfect spot, or when a candle flickers a bit brighter, or that instant the bulb burns out and the little rattle inside it is awakened.
Catching a glimpse. There's something really special about the fleeting moments of life, when, if we weren't really there and paying attention we would've missed it. And that's the key... if we were that observant and aware all the time we wouldn't really be missing anything would we? Is that what we really want? I mean, yeah, yeah, we all want to be the best we can be and listen really well and care about all the things we should care about and love God with all our hearts and minds and send notes to our Grandparents, faithfully. But, then what? When would those glimpses even become part of the equation? Would they even be part of life anymore?
Like my friend the Ponderer, I struggle with compartmentalizing life, longing to be a better friend, family member and constantly wonder what's next. There are times when I am completely oblivious to what is happening right in front of my face....and then there are those other times....times when I could just cry with joy because I am so grateful for my life. I appreciate the glimpses and the fact that I have to work harder sometimes to really catch them. Honestly, I don't think they would be nearly as special if they were so easily attained. Much like most things. Thanks PC for a great post and granting me my own moment to ponder, just a little.
So a little extra time is great and I need to regroup and give myself a little time to think. I was catching up with my new pal, Pondering C, and read about her own thoughts on the busyness of life (re: go to sleep post). She talked about how there are times when she catches a glimpse of how good it is to be alive, of feeling joy and peace, hope in the future, contentment and of God. She wonders why it's only a glimpse and "does everyone just get glimpses of the really good stuff?"
I love to look up words and really test my knowledge of them. Most words we think we understand offer much more within their meaning once we actually take a little time to study them. So, being the big nerd that I am, I researched the word, glimpse. I found, that indeed, I understand it as being a very brief, passing look of something, no surprise there. However, I did discover that the archaic definition of this word was: a gleam, as of light. Ooooooh, I love that! A gleam of light....like maybe only when the sun is shining in that perfect spot, or when a candle flickers a bit brighter, or that instant the bulb burns out and the little rattle inside it is awakened.
Catching a glimpse. There's something really special about the fleeting moments of life, when, if we weren't really there and paying attention we would've missed it. And that's the key... if we were that observant and aware all the time we wouldn't really be missing anything would we? Is that what we really want? I mean, yeah, yeah, we all want to be the best we can be and listen really well and care about all the things we should care about and love God with all our hearts and minds and send notes to our Grandparents, faithfully. But, then what? When would those glimpses even become part of the equation? Would they even be part of life anymore?
Like my friend the Ponderer, I struggle with compartmentalizing life, longing to be a better friend, family member and constantly wonder what's next. There are times when I am completely oblivious to what is happening right in front of my face....and then there are those other times....times when I could just cry with joy because I am so grateful for my life. I appreciate the glimpses and the fact that I have to work harder sometimes to really catch them. Honestly, I don't think they would be nearly as special if they were so easily attained. Much like most things. Thanks PC for a great post and granting me my own moment to ponder, just a little.
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