The sacred rights of mankind are not to be rummaged for, among old parchments, or musty records. They are written, as with a sun beam, in the whole volume of human nature, by the hand of the divinity itself; and can never be erased or obscured by mortal power. ~Alexander Hamilton, “The Farmer Refuted”
One’s mind runs back up the sunbeam to the sun… ~C.S. Lewis
We so easily forget from Whom and Where we come, the purpose for which we are created and sent forth, how bright and everlasting our origins. If we fail to live and serve as intended, it is our own failing, fault and responsibility, not that of the Creator.
When our light shines so that others see, we are the beam and not the source. The path leads back to the Son and the Father and we are a mere pathway.
The dust motes float and swerve in the sunbeam, as lively as worlds, and I remember my brother when we were boys: “We may be living on an atom in somebody’s wallpaper.” ~Wendell Berry “Dust”
It helps to accept I am infinitesimal. Big problems and overwhelming worries become much smaller when I’m particularly insignificant myself. Floating in a sunbeam to its destination sounds like purpose enough to exist at this moment. After all, I grew up “carrying moonbeams home in a jar.”
So some days are meant for just floating on energy that comes from a grander source than myself, and not fretting about where it may take me.
It is simply enough to be,
to be meant to be
part of something bigger~
no matter how tiny a part I am,
to be taken along for the ride.