I ran to church Monday morning to meet with sweet, Sister Virginia. At first I thought, “Is Sister crazy meeting people at 7am?” However, after a few seconds I thought, I’m going to take her up on that 7am slot to meet, so I must be the crazy one. I figured, what a beautiful way to start out a day—I could run to church and that way I’d be killing two birds with one stone, taking care of my body and soul. I live just a couple miles away from the church so it was perfect.
It was a chilly, though beautiful morning. The wind was strong so I was forced to put on an extra layer of clothing—I suppose autumn has finally arrived in Los Angeles. It was dark as I got dressed, but by the time I left my apartment the sun had just barely risen and Beverly Hills was slowly rolling out of bed.
The wind blew against me so I thought, “Great, a little resistance to force my legs—that are not so keen on running in the first place—to put some extra intensity into my run.” I also thought, well, at least my run back will be swift as the wind will almost literally carry me home.
Boy, was I wrong. Not only did the wind seem to turn around on me, but it also seemed to grow stronger. I’m not sure what was making me squint more—the dust blowing into my eyes or the sunshine flooding them.
At one point, the wind changed directions again and was blowing to the south, so I felt like I was almost running sideways. I smiled a little though, because I thought “such is life.” You never know when the wind is going to change on you, but you just have to keep going and smile through it, and maybe find alternate routes when possible.
It felt as chaotic as the world seems to be at this moment. Every new wind is like a new challenge for us to overcome. Even my job has been especially chaotic this week. It typically is pretty chaotic, but it’s as if this week, God thought I needed a few extra challenges.
By the time I was on my way home, the streets had filled with commuters heading to work, LA was its usual bustling self. I smiled though, because there’s so much beauty in this chaos. The wind seemed to be blowing over palm trees, but the sky was blue and the sun was bright. There’s chaos in the form of terror around the world, but at least at this moment we all seem to be bonding together, and standing together in solidarity. In my own world, there was at least one really good thing in each day this week despite me wanting to bang my head against a wall, or crawl into a blanket fortress in my bed, or both, at various times throughout the day.
I hope that when you feel like chaos may consume you, you take a deep breath and feel the beauty that certainly exists, because it’s certainly there. It may be in a conversation with a friend, the eyes of a stranger, a simple cup of tea, or even a mere dandelion. It’s there. Sometimes it takes chaos for us to remember what’s important, and what's beautiful in our lives.
BIG LOVE & HUGS