Today I happened to remember that down the street by my house is a river. So being that it was a hot afternoon I decided to go for a walk, and listen to some music. I brought my camera with me and took some pictures. I use to go to this place very often when I was in grade seven and eight. I discovered it in grade six when I started running on the cross country running team at school.
The spot of above was the place where we would go swimming in grade eight. I doubt were supposed to do that with liability and all, but it was always something to look forward to. Our teacher was always pretty crazy.
So I went to a spot by the river that is this flat rocky surface, and had some quiet time. I started to think to myself how beautiful this place was, and how awesome it was that it’s so close to my house. How many people can go in their back yard and have their surroundings transform into a place like camp? And we think Thunder Bay is such a bad place?
I suddenly thought of Moses and the burning bush, and how God asked him to take his sandals off because the ground was holy, so I took my sandals off while I sat on the rocks with my legs stretched out. The sun was warm, and the water flowing down the river was cool. I slid my bare feet against the algae; it was slick like ice. Then I laid back and looked at the sun, and the trees.
I sat up again. And then the music playing on my iPod was Stars by David Crowder:
and how could such a king
shine His light on me
and make everything beautiful
and i wanna shine
i wanna be light
i wanna tell you it’ll be alright
and i wanna shine and i wanna fly
just to tell you now
it’ll be alright, it’ll be alright
it’ll be alright.
It was cool because I could feel his light on me. I could feel it’s warmth and glow, and it’s shining off from me. How could such a king, shine his light on me? And make me… beautiful? I thought I was beautiful. Why do we always have such an extremely hard time trying to tell ourselves that God thinks we’re beautiful? Or dare we even think ourselves beautiful? I’ll be light. It’ll be alright. I was reading earlier in Romans how we are accepted as we are, and nothing we can do can make us acceptable in God’s sight. We just are because we believe in the promise given to us through Jesus Christ.
cus i got nothing of my own to give to you
but this light that shines on me shines on you
and makes everything beautiful, again.
it’ll be alright, it’ll be alright.
I’m shining.
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