Watching Love Happen

The sky is pleading for spring. Even as a sliver of a crescent moon rises over the shadowy darkness, the last tinges of light hang on to the western skyline. The stars are twinkling brighter tonight—dancing harder in hope of a breath of sweet relief from the icy winter. In the air there is trace of warmth, even though it is only the beginning of February, and below freezing. One can hope. And perhaps it is the hope in my own heart tonight that causes spring to be found in the barren winter of Minnesota. My hope is alive, and I praise the Creator of moon and stars, of snow and ice, of winter and spring, of hope in hopelessness, for the hope that He has caused to live in me.

A silly grin spreads across my face in the darkness—only God and the stars see it tonight. I am reveling in the beauty of life. Who am I that He would be mindful of me? I giggle, loving that He created the stars to shine in the darkness and the snow to sparkle in the lamplight. Have you ever noticed how snow sparkles? I was looking out the window this afternoon at a heap of snow and loved the glorious colors being reflected off of each flake in the dazzling sunshine. I could see the whole rainbow sparkling like brilliant diamonds—lavender, peridot, aquamarine—the snow reflects the softer colors it seems; and my eyes were happy to catch their shine. Now they reflect only a quiet white—pure and simple.

Sometimes in my romantic imagination I wish that life had a soundtrack, like all of the movies. I am in love with music and I wish a symphony orchestra followed me around to play the sounds that are in my heart when I stand in awe of beauty. It would capture and express the fluttering and the skipped beats that frequent my heart when I catch a glimpse of His eyes.

I’m so in love.

My soundtrack instead is the silence of a winter night wishing spring, and the sighing that I breathe—a girl watching love happen in her heart.