Today culminated the end of a 3-day weekend--the last before Christmas comes. It's been a beautiful weekend, with so many wonderful things to be thankful for. Still, the world can always be viewed in two ways: either the glass is half full or half empty. Even then, there are two perspectives regarding which statement is optimistic and which one isn't. For a woman who is thirsty and needs something to drink, a glass with a water level at its mid may be considered pessimistic when she says "the glass is half-empty." If, however, she were in an eating/drinking contest, "the glass is half-empty" would mean something that is the exact opposite. In an attempt to be optimistic, I chose to look at hardships as something that's bound to pass. Still, there are moments when you just can't help but be reminded of sad realities--inconvenient and irrational realities. Tonight was such a moment.
As I walked outside to accomplish an errand, I unconsciously looked up at the sky and noticed how clear it was--by my standards. These days, the sky has been covered by rainy clouds, or usually, in the absence of bad weather, by the smog and pollution. But not tonight. As I looked up, I saw the moon, with its round outline nursing a crescent light, as if holding it in a warm, inviting cradle. There were also two bright stars, positioning themselves above the moon, as if they were two uneven eyes, forming a face. I recognized the form it took immediately. The sky was smiling. It was smiling down on me. Smiling for me, it seemed.
As I walked towards the house, I thought of how fortunate I have been tonight. Still with tears in my heart, I know that God loves me very much. Even when I am sad, he smiles for me, telling me that things will be alright.
