My Gift from Above

It is mid morning, and you could feel the transition happening from summer to fall right in that moment. I love being outside. It transforms me somehow, takes me to a different time, a different place. And whenever the weather plays the right strings, time slows, and I just breathe. That is just how it is today. I just close my eyes and breathe. I feel the gentle hugs of wind turn into hair lifting embraces, and I love it. I feel moments like this are tiny gifts from The Creator, reminding me the world is still good, and most of all He is still, and always will be, good. It reminds me I’m still loved, and most of all, loved by the King of all the universe, who in just six days created everything that my human brain can store and more. And the sun he put in the sky on day four shines down on me, intertwining with the wind. The birds, created on day five, singing their lullabies to me as I take this moment in. The smells of the trees and the plants that were made on day three being uplifted into my airway. The feeling of warm and cold air chasing each other to make this wonderful atmosphere I feel tickle on my fingers. And I stand here, right here in this moment, and I imagine being carried away with this wind, my dress resembling light, flowing wings taking me higher and higher. I would be soaring, and twirling, and dancing in the clouds. My feet stepping and moving in a beautiful chaotic motion as I make my way through the sky. The wind ever so fast, rushing against my blushing cheeks. In this moment I am beautiful, which is unlike any other mundane moment. A smile on my face, and no worries in my head as I just be. Now, as I finally open my eyes, time begins again, the world is real now. I take a last glance at the moment behind me, trying to hold on to it before it leaves. However, without my permission it flies away into memories. Then the world starts pushing me forwards. God pulls me away from that blissful moment, not out of cruelty, but because of the work that needs to be done. He sends the world to bring me back as if He is gently guiding my shoulders. And I am thankful for my little gift of heaven, for this is a glance of what is to come.