“You can’t expect me to be as passionate as you are about what makes you excited, I’m sorry.”
Isn’t that such a bummer?
I was riding around today and I was SO struck by the sunset as I drove down the country roads of Oak Ridge and Bryan Blvd. Besides it being fall and the ONE week that we can see the GORGEOUS display of trees as they change colors, this sunset was right after a huge storm and the clouds were just….stunning! I can’t even think of words to describe the sky but there were streaks of clouds (I’m a freak about clouds, okay? Bear with me, haha). Some of them were those high altitude clouds and looked like ripples from a water surface that just had a pebble dropped in them. Then there were some darker, lower altitude clouds that were fractional remnants of the storm that had just passed. In between you could see trails of planes that had gone by and behind them all was the first blue sky we have seen in days. Maybe it was because it HAS been so long since I’ve seen blue sky, but today it seemed richer. It seemed like a different kind of blue all together. It had depth and beauty that hasn’t hit me like that before. And! Ah! To tie it all together, the sun was setting at the perfect place in the sky that I could watch it go down. It was behind the clouds, but only a little bit so I could look directly at it, but the rays were just exploding over the edges of the clouds, spilling light into the rest of the sky. Man, it was sooo…..glorious.
While I let that be my time of day that I took to talk to my Savior, *my* perfect and holy and sovereign Father, I took in the glory of that sky and knew that no one could touch it. That thought gave me so much comfort because no man could have altered it or created it or made it any less or more beautiful than it was. THAT was GOD right in front of me! The scene was glorious because He made it and therefore HE is glorious! He MADE that sky and made it look like that?! Ah, I couldn’t get over it. I LOVED Him for it.
So, of course, being the mushy girl that I am, I wanted so badly to call some of my friends and share the moment with them, or at least tell them about the sky wherever they were so that they may have been able to see what I was seeing….but then I realized….not everyone will have the same reaction I did. Not everyone will gush over it like I did. I’ll go as far to say that hardly anyone would have even cared about it like I did. That’s not to bash ANYONE or make anyone feel bad, I’m just sharing my realization and (in some sense) my disappointment in that fact. Call it selfish, but hey, I’m sure we’ve all felt that way at some point or another, eh?
I know that people have different passions, different interests, and different things that switch them on. And I know that a bunch of those things aren’t similar to my own. But, sometimes, I wish that we would at least care? I wish that we would at least appreciate how those interests make others feel. We can’t get as excited for those things, but I wish that “loving your neighbor” included an equal amount of excitement for them as they are about their passions, interests, and turn ons.
Maybe this is just a projection from my desire to legimatize getting overly excited about the small things, haha, but regardless, as a good friend once told me: I think it’s a good thing to hope for.