They are setting off lanterns again tonight for the beginning of Loi Kratong. All around the city strings of lanterns rise from the ground, creating ever shifting constellations as they dance through the night sky. The full moon—marker for the beginning of the festival—lights the perfectly clear heavens. I’m ignoring my homework, mesmerized by the new stars that have taken their places among the galaxies. If only the real stars always looked like this—so clear and bright; but then I would probably never get anything done. The Lord knows what a gift to me His sky is. It pays to have a third floor bedroom window towards the Ping River, because I can witness everything that happens in the night sky from my desk chair. It’s early November, but the festivities remind me of winter time, so I am contentedly listening to the old classics like Frankie and Perry Como sing me Christmas songs.
I stop for beauty. I’m beginning to realize that. Beauty is worth stopping for… I take great delight in it. The Lord takes delight in my delight of it as well. He created beauty to be appreciated and not to be glanced at as I rush on with my life. He created me to appreciate the things that He has made beautiful, to be okay with stopping in the midst of life in order to live.
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