Each day we wake up and begin another day that makes up our year, one of the thousands of days that make up a person’s life. I hate to say that I have a particular format to them, but if we were honest with ourselves, we’d admit that many days are pretty routine. We wake up, head to work, finish work, and then find an activity we find pleasure in to end our day. Occasionally, we break the mold and experience a change in that perpetual cycle. Some days are a blessing in the midst of our world’s norm. Some nights are so unique that few could compare.
A day of errands and a schedule that allowed for minimal social interaction slowly changed into a night of joy and brought the gift of a memory. Walking towards the Music in Plymouth concert there were few expectations on my mind. In fact, I was hoping for a simple hang out time with friends. This simple night turned into the escape I had long desired. The night brought back all the emotions that had recently taken a vacation from my life.
From wandering around the crowded park, the continuous live music in the background, a gorgeous Minnesota night summers are made for, and the endless topics covered with a dear friend… The night was considered a blessing before an hour passed. To be honest, I believe genuine conversation is challenging to achieve in our world. So often the topics are aimed towards our popular media and the trivial aspects of our life. It’s rare that people can engage in extensive conversation about their dreams, life experiences, spiritual/personal/political/and moral beliefs, and many other areas of discussion. It’s conversations like these that provoke my passion for relationships with the people in this world, a passion to utilize every interaction as a chance to grow within myself, a chance to better the person next to me and myself.
The night could end right then, and it would have been a memorable few hours, but God gave more than I believed was deserved. Surrounded by more than ten people I hold dear to my heart, we enjoyed the soothing classical music echoing throughout the thousands of people in attendance. The sun began to fade away and we were left with the serenity of a blissful musical night. I may be considered odd or cheesy for loving a chick flick such as August Rush, but that movie was on my mind for most the night. The two were rather similar in experience and emotion… but allow me to include a disclaimer. I didn’t find my long lost love there, and the child I didn’t know I had was not directing the entire orchestra… though that sounds rather exhilarating.
Again I’ll say the night could have ended here and it would have been considered a remarkable blessing. But once again, God decided to out do Himself. I sat back, staring towards the heavens that have always provoked wonder and the feeling of peace in my soul. Fireworks began to light up the night sky,turning the night into brief moments of stunning daylight. As I laid back, enjoying the wonder that comes from such magnificent explosions, a childish smile was unable to leave my face. There is something about fireworks that erase the thoughts and worries that can tend to flood my mind; the world is in silence for the brief moments of astonishing light.
A bonfire illuminated the faces of the men and women I would lay down my life for. The backyard was filled with the chatter of true friendship and some Jackson 5 emerging from the speakers as my dad played his favorite playlist. The night went from enjoying genuine communication with a remarkable person, beautiful music played for the thousands of people sharing a rare experience, night shattered into day through a spectacular fireworks display, to the bonfire that warmed the people that have grown to love each other in a way that few people are capable of understanding or grasping.
God blesses our lives in unique ways and we would be foolish to overlook such remarkable experiences that occur in the midst of a casual Wednesday night.
The thankfulness I have for these people cannot be explained through words that appear on a webpage…
The thankfulness I have for God’s role in this night… in this life I strive to live… cannot be explained within the limits of my human existence.