I know the sound of silence is probably cliche, but there is a beauty in stripping away all the subtleties. Imagine your world devoid of all green and blue. This is drab indeed.
But doesn't that make the reds and yellows that much more precious. Doesn't it sometimes allow us to treasure them more fully? I think of several movies, done in black and white, with an occasional splash of red for effect. The appreciation for something as simple as color, or a kittens purr, the smell of leaves, or a Krispy Kream.
The little things are huge. The simple profound.
Although I hear less, I listen more.
One of my favorite people in Clemson is Jane Tankersley. We had lunch yesterday at what is becoming one of my favorite restaurants.....the Little Bistro, in Liberty SC. Their special is always unique. Yesterday it was a barbeque wrap with a little sweet cole slaw inside. Anyways....it was delicious. We held hands and prayed. Jane is being Jane, encouraging, supportive, as sweet as the day is long. She also can't hear very well so we both leaned in close like we were sharing secrets. We laughed about old friends and told stories of our families. When I had to leave she gave me a motherly kiss on the cheek. And then it struck me.....at that moment....how beautiful life can be. Correction. It struck me how beautiful "little moments" could be. The little lunch planned casually was perfect....in every way.
I resolve to cherish those moments, to take those mental photographs that can be collected, shared, and perused. I have a feeling......in years to come......... I will revel in the silliness and loveliness of this year of fasting.