A persistent chorus of “Alleluias’ summon tears to my eyes. I turn my head to hide from those around me on the bus and soak in the sound. The industrial district of Seattle rushes past my window and I find beauty in the miles of train tracks and cargo cars stretching out below.
I am in wide-eyed wonder. It’s a smile, not a scowl. This moment is small but not insignificant. It’s been so long since I felt His presence, so long since I reminded myself of His unchanging character. It is natural to attribute human emotion to Him but He is not human, He is divine and He wears a smile, not a scowl. I sit with that thought a minute and thank Jesus. Love makes me feel alive.