We were sitting with our eyes closed, taking turns praying aloud, when she said it. She thanked God for the beauty that she had seen that night. Beauty in downtown Chicago. Beauty in the gathered multitudes at the Jazz Fest. Beauty in the jazz pianists’ fingers dancing up and down the keys. Beauty in the rythm. Beauty in the music.
I didn’t see that beauty! I thought as she continued to pray. I missed the beauty that she had seen so plainly right in front of us, and I knew why. I missed it because my attention wasn’t out. It was in. My focus had been on what I thought. How I felt. What I wanted like to do. Me.
And I had missed the beautiful that night.
~Natalia
Sep 07, 2011 @ 13:33:53
You see a lot, Natalie. Your post from Monday shows that. We can’t notice everything all the time, but you’re very good at seeing what’s going on around you and then describing it for us.
Sep 14, 2011 @ 08:17:08
Thank you for the encouragement! I’m sure that I miss a lot every day, but I also see a fair amount, and I’m thankful for the opportunity to see the “little things” around me.
Sep 07, 2011 @ 22:12:39
Yup… Precious moments. My favorite moment is sitting at the dinner table holding hands with the people I love the most, talking God who understands and will listen to you 24/7. Sometimes your mind is on other things and just doesn’t remember to appreciate what you should.
Thanks for reminding me/us what we need to do more often(;
~Mia~
Sep 14, 2011 @ 08:17:53
Thanks for the sweet comment, Mia. I love that, too. :)
Sep 07, 2011 @ 22:14:17
I agree, she is fantabulastic at that! Mia