what lies beyond the crimson-gold horizon?

journal entry:

December 27th 2007
Stayed up all night, drove to the airport at 4am, only to have my flight get into Atlanta late, and there I am, probably one minute too late to make it through the gate. My patience tried. I haven't slept, I'm stuck in Atlanta 'til at least 12:30 and the guy at the gate was rude to me. And I wanted to cry, only out of sheer exhaustion/ frustration. I wanted nothing more than to get back to Connecticut as soon as possible.....mostly to sleep. But then I sat, turned on music, and what should I listen to but a song by Derek Webb called "Love is not against the law".

And now I remember laughing at the fog this morning at 4:30 am, I haven't ever found fog that hilarious. It was so thick I could only see maybe fifteen feet around the car. And for some reason that was so amusing I couldn't keep the laughter contained. I remember this morning when the plane left the ground, floating up through the thick blanket of clouds, and we, in one instant, broke free. There was the endless sea of white waves, with a crimson gold horizon. I wanted to know what was beyond that horizon, my mind and eyes, as tired as they were, could not even begin to soak in all the awe. I wanted to know how He did it. I don't mean scientific ways of creating. I want to know how one voice spoke so simply and THAT appeared.

I ponder as I look around this terminal, the people and their faces. Have they seen it? Do they realize? Do they realize He did all that- for them (and even more)? Can they begin to grasp the amount of love that dwells in this room with them this very moment? How can I smile enough to say it? I see the love God has for them-every single one. Do they sit oblivious, or do they know?
I want them to know, I ache for them to know that God, our God, created that sea of clouds for them with the crimson gold horizon, just to make their heart skip a beat at the majesty and wonder of the very outrageous thought of it.


~ The time in the airport reminded me, yet again.... That life is more than what we eat, drink, wear, worry about, our fears, or our needs. And it matters how we live each moment, because moments make up days, and our days make up our lives.