Yesterday was a perfect lazy day. Warm bordering on hot, tropical, and with the hint of wind stirring. It was a call to stay in the shade and move as little as possible. As I thought of my laundry list of to-do items, the first idea that came to mind was how much I would enjoy procrastinating! As I started to-do one, hanging pictures, I realized that I was running out of hangers – any excuse to get out, take a break, slow down, and relax.
As I struggled between working and relaxing, I realized that evening was coming much faster than I anticipated. While I had ticked a few items off my list, there were still plenty more on it that I wanted, kind of, well maybe, to tackle. My gaze north across broad stretches of green did little to move my feet, especially when I noticed the oddest sight just outside my porch.
Level with my 33rd floor view was a perfect bubble. It was floating with an effortless ease, gently dancing up and down, side to side, with ever so slight puffs of wind. In the evening sun I could see all the colors sparkling. It was magical. It was as if everything good in life had come into focus through a natural form of creativity by a unknown child somewhere nearby.
For a moment now locked in my memories, I danced with the bubble. We glided effortlessly on unseen currents. We moved as perfect harmony with everyone around us. We were separate and yet connected with the bigger story. In the moment I could hear the drums kick in with the band and the lead take us along with the guitars, “Soar high in the skies, O God! Cover the whole earth with your glory!” (Psalm 57.11)
The bubble froze, suspended in time. An unseen puff of wind pushed it from the north and I could imagine the strain in hindsight. With a silent pop, it was gone and nothing remained except for the imagines replaying in my mind. They are still replaying.
