We Are All Looking for a Little Magic

I feel  the stirring with certain music, or the perfect combination of circumstances, or daydreaming after watching a movie. It is the stirring in my mind for the desire of a little bit of magic in my life. Even now as I write this, I wish to make it sound more marvelous than it really is. That is the power of the author, to edit out the mundane, and spin the scene into an array of beautiful blurred colors so as to obscure the harsh lines of reality. Well, I am beginning to tire of chasing the dragon.

I want to jump on a different train. Destination: Eyes Wide Open. Scary I know. The only reason I think I have the audacity to pen that is that I am beginning to unravel the mystery of the Triune God. I don't have it even close to figured out, so there will be no theological seminars from this girl. But, I find myself every now and again, instead of being satisfied with material inebriation, dreaming of a far off place. A place where I will be restored to my original design and where ALL children will be cherished, a place where bitter tears aren't wept and I will know real rest. My mind is newly captivated by the place where my Father dwells and the coming of my glorious bride groom.
Don't get me wrong, I still find myself struggling with my desire for the latest fashion, a house of my own, an adventurous excursion, or prestige. But after 27 years of life on this Earth, I have the faintest scent of the decaying rot that is worldly winnings. My interest is now piqued in eternal investments, with unbelievable returns.

I guess I should thank the directors, the musicians, the advertisers. Although, it took me a while, your attempts to sell me cheap thrills and marinate my mind in Novocaine have awakened the most true and deep desire of my soul. I am brimming with the knowledge that there is nothing here that will keep me full.  I need  a drink of water from my Father's hand.
We are all walking around with that same internal, insatiable thirst, pouring drinks over our heads for some relief. The spiritual dehydration manifests itself differently in each one of us. Some of us are better at coping. My prayer is that each of you would wake to find your true condition, whether it is for the first time or the hundredth time. There is a Man at a well drawing sweet, deep water for you. Drink freely, and be restored.

In the time from this breath until my last, I will pray for the wisdom to find the magic in the daily  moments. I will learn from the Author of life how to create my own soundtrack from the beats of ordinary life. I will dance boldly (in my living room) to the rhythm of the melody of right now. Tune your ears in folks your life is happening all around you. Don't miss it! What is your song today? Zephaniah 3:17