John the Baptist recognized Jesus because he was paying attention.
January 3, 2012. I was not paying attention to the signs. A day off was just that and the ocean was just that. Cold was cold and hot chocolate tasted, well, like hot chocolate. Each moment was a moment that just led to the next… moment. Money provided shelter, and my mother wasted $1,000 buying me a Gucci purse for my 30th birthday because my grandmother died. It’s in the picture, far away from me. (Love you mom for trying)
I climbed that bench on the pier because I wanted to feel…something. I am not sure exactly what. But people say they are happiest on cool days with an ocean breeze and I figured maybe I could be too. Accept that I wasn’t. Because what was sustaining me were days off and hot chocolates that didn’t make me feel any better, even on cold days.
I didn’t learn that life was beautiful until I met the one that created that life. His love was sustainable and real and right in front of me, I just didn’t know it yet. I was paying attention to the distance and not the scenery, not knowing that humans were created to know God, to love Him, and to serve Him in this world, and to be happy with Him forever in heaven.
We often times wander, lackluster, one-foot-in-front-of-the-other hoping for a sign as mesmerizing as the transfiguration, but yet are not open to surrender. We fail to realize that beauty is found in the space in which we are, not the space in which we want to be
When I think of a beautiful mile, I think of the 7 Mile Bridge Run. A particular point in the run when I remember flying. Above sea level, 3 miles in, feet to ground, push, push, push. Midpoint, Holy Spirit inspiration, because I looked up and saw that heaven was all around me.
Looking up to heaven taught me that I COULD touch the sky.
Today, as you journey about your day, be like John the Baptist. Intentional, Spirit filled and ready to touch the sky.