Michal and I have been in our townhouse for over a year now, and our décor is still a work in progress. After numerous trips to Home Sense, a hundred purchases and a hundred minus one returns, I am still looking. For what? For that perfect, flawless "thing" that will accentuate the square corners of my dining room table or the reflective surface of my mirrored dresser. That structure that will fill my empty nook underneath the small living room window. That artwork that will dress the airy grey walls in hues of warmth and summer-eternal summer. It is no secret in my circle that I am obsessed with all things sparkling. My eyes light up when light shatters into rainbow as it pierces through a crystal chandelier. I love the way diamonds explode with flames of color as the sun bursts through brilliant facets. My cheeks and my hands tremble at the caress of soft and furry blankets. And the pulse of all these likes is color- explosions of vibrant, deep tones of reds, blues and gold.
Perhaps my obsession with all things colored and shiny can be traced to the elements of summer. This season of non-stop sunshine has always been my favorite. In summer, the whole of creation is flooded and fed by consuming, fiery sunlight. Seagulls and dolphins, ocean and sky roar their acoustics beneath the gallop of the sun. Everything is full of life, everything glows... I enjoy beyond words the thousand shades of green bursting toward the translucent skies. My fingers delight in the soft texture of flower petals as they brazenly chase the knight of the firmaments. My palate is continually stimulated by soft, ripened fruit that will restore the nutrients winter stole. All I want to do is be outside-cradled by warmth and infused by light until my every cell is nourished and restored by its healing rays.
My obsession with summer can in turn be traced to my desire for God. God is light-at all times, in all seasons, everywhere. Because of Him, the birds outside my window fill my ears with their continual chirp of joy. He is the author of the resident splendor of roses, and dahlias, and linden. It was His idea-and only His- to fill the oceans with creatures ornate with iridescent sheen. It was His creative genius that endowed the tiger both his fur stripes and his predatory moan. It was in His heart to fill the skies with wings and the air with aromas - to fill our ears and our lungs with transparent joy.
This parcel of the Milky Way which is our home-and the galaxies beyond- are an unveiling of Him. We marvel before the wonders we taste and see and smell - and they are all a reflection of His limitless command. He spoke that which was within Him-and it came: extravagant, overflowing, overwhelming majesty. "The heavens declare the glory of God.." -glory that every being made in the likeness of Adam can behold with unveiled faces. He is beautiful, and our desire for all things lovely authenticates our origin in Him.
I am enjoying the last morsel of summer with the window open, the birds continually serenading me with their song. Soon, the rains will start and the glow of summer will be a faint memory on my fading tan and my birdless tree. My hunt for the perfect "thing" to dress up my living room will continue. It's okay, I have come to realize, to like all things sparkly and shiny, soft and velvety. These small treasures remind me of Him - His awesome wonder, His brilliance, His joy. I see the auburn maple and the lilac in my neighbor's yard, I hear the chatter of the birds and I long for Him. Summer will soon pass away and my heart is at rest-in all seasons, at all times, everywhere, He remains.
"The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament shows his handiwork." (Psalm 19:1)