Finding God in Small, Forgettable Moments
5/4/20262 min read
As I witness the switch of the scorching heat of the day to this peaceful, with a touch of chilliness in the air of this blue hour, I cannot help but get to quiz myself regarding how fleeting every single moments of our lives can be.
A few hours prior to this evening hour, everything was clear, not that this hour renders minimal clarity to the surroundings, and now you won't be blamed if a verbal and audible declaration is made stating that the jump from one scene to the next is almost instantaneous.
As I reflect on this, I asked, how many more possibilities of this instance will I get to experience? A few hundred more, a thousand of ten thousand more? Who knows? God knows.
Would it make a difference how we live our lives if we get to know that we only have a few hundreds of this instance are left? Living life to the fullest, or so they say. Making the most of what's left.
Deep within ourselves, as we make the most of this life, living it to the full, and once we succumb to the last second of our existence, can we actually say that it all made a difference?
As I find God in these small, forgettable moments, I, for some reason, and for some time now, have been having this thought of death. It's not that I want to die now; but, if I can die now and I'm assured of heaven, then I do not see the point of lingering much longer.
Yes, life is beautiful in this world, no doubt. Given the fact there's beauty in our lives here on this earth, then it's also a given that life in the presence of God in heaven is going to be so much better, a quadrillion times better.
This is the reason why saints long for death, as they want to be with the Lord.
One of the highlights of my everyday life is getting to experience the blue hour in the afternoon of every single day, given that it won't be raining on that day, otherwise all I will have is a dull, gray sky.
In this particular moment of the day, I'd experience a sense of peace. It's not a long, extended sense of calm and serenity, it is rather quick that I'd consider it a great blessing if it lasts 5 minutes. During this moment the color blue encompasses the whole valley of where I live, looking up, I'd see birds flying around, so carefree, or at least that's how I see it from where I'm at; but they may also have their own struggles.
The skies start to showcase the faint twinkling lights of the stars, not too visible yet; but, its brilliance is unmistakable. The following minutes is the prelude to the darkening of the skies, and thus the beauty of the night sky is displayed.
This is not the start of some tragedy nor a looming hazard of life - and it is so much worth noting that not one single struggle is missed by the Lord. Psalm 84:3 says: Even the sparrow finds a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, at your altars, O Lord of hosts, my King and my God."
This short and fleeting moment, the blue hour, is usually when I realize that while I have struggled the whole day today, in all aspects of my being - mentally, emotionally, physically. Yet, despite all these, the Lord strengthens me spiritually.