Tonight was the exception.
I marveled at the streaks of clouds criss-crossing over one another on either side of the bright orange & yellow sun that floated effortlessly in the wide open sky. I was captivated by the hint of rainbow that splashed itself in certain parts of the playful scene. I rested my head on my rolled up sweatshirt and took in the view allowing the worship music on my Ipod to find a sweet spot in my heart. In that moment I allowed myself to have a God praising, worshipful moment, overwhelmed by His presence in my heart as I got a private viewing of God's artwork. What better canvas than the sky?
I relish in moments like these when God's peace is so real to me, when I can feel it everywhere. With God's hand on my heart I smiled and breathed deeply, soaking it in.
Then, I remembered I had my camera and it was on the other side of the isle in the overhead compartment. With most of the plane sleeping, I quietly slipped out of my seat & carefully removed my camera in efforts to try and capture some of what I was seeing. I looked down the isle to see the flight attendant give me a curious, not-so-approving look and quickly went about my task. After a few seconds of my shutter breaking some of the silence, satisfied, I packed it up and put it away.
I slipped into my seat, clicking my buckle back in place. I peered down the isle once more to see the flight attendant confused by what I had just done, quickly giving their attention to something else when I flashed a smile in their direction. I giggled to myself.
I'm thankful for moments when I can (or at least try to) capture marvelous little things like this that God has me witness. Smiling to myself to have such an experience, I closed my eyes and let sleep take my thoughts elsewhere.
