As I walked, I got to take in the sweeter moments of walking in a city. The lights changing color, no sound to accompany or liven up the city's structures except for the occasional car or motorcycle's radio. It was silent.It was beautiful.
As I was by myself on this silent, beautiful night, I looked up at the nearly-full moon and thought of Jesus and how He wept in the garden of Gethsemane. I saw the moonlight and I pictured what it must have been like to see Him in such distress, the moonlight hugging, grasping onto it's Creator's face as tears and blood dripped down from His eyes. This sweet, sacred, climactic and completely sorrowful moment in history that the disciples so sleepily missed. I wonder what kinds of intense or significant moments I sleep through in my life. Whether I'm actually sleeping or am just tuning out the world and allowing myself to think without thought, I wonder what sorts of things I'm missing. I wonder what sorts of things God is whispering in my ear that I'm just not paying attention to.
Tonight was healing. Precious. I later met up with some friends to celebrate a birthday. It was lovely, loud, high-pitched and giddy. It's so lovely to be a woman sometimes.