Thankful

When writing, I can often be like a windchime, waiting for the wind to blow before I allow any sound to come out. I hate forcing myself to write. That to me seems to be just writing for the sake of writing instead of passing on inspiration or revelation. When I am inspired, by beauty or passion or God or love or learning or glory, than it is so easy, so free, and comes in a matter of moments with very little thought. Then there are moments like these, moments when I look and say to myself that I haven't wrote anything in months, when Karin is repetively reminding me, only for me to give a half inspired comeback about how I will write soon. In these moments I don't write or even try to, I wait until something happens...something worth writing about.
It is in this moment where I realize something great, that these moments of delay have nothing to do with motivation, nothing to do with situation or life. Neither does it have anything to do with my hands and my ability to write. Is there any lack of beauty or passion or God or love or learning or glory around me? If only I were to take a moments notice I would see that I am drowning in all of these. Creation screams it, my friends surround me in it, my family raised me in it, and God made sure that all of these actually reside within me. The problem is not at all with anything other than my eyes, what my heart is looking at, where my treasure is.
Why am I often a blind man in a world of glory? What has stolen away my awareness to God in everything? Will I see again or will I roam through a world of blessing and a life of favor as one who has nothing and knows nothing?
I would say my favorite moments in life are ones such as this. Moments when my blind eyes open and almost can't comprehend the greatness of the life God has blessed me with, as if I were trying to peer into the sun, I want to see more but the glory can be too great. Moments when I see my friends and I don't know whether to rejoice because of the fun I have with them or to cry because I realize how deep I love them. Moments when I'm with my family and I want to see them more, because I realize how much they've meant to me and I smell freshly the fragrance of love that they have for me. Moments when I realize that time with people isn't forever, and I once again can enjoy the sweetness of today. Moments when money, or worry, or fear, or trial mean nothing, when I see there is far too much good to soak in to spend even a second dwelling in those things. I love these moments, and these moments are only found when I sit with God, when I abide with Him, when I have his eyes, when I see people through Him, better yet when I see Him in people, when I see Him in creation, when I have eyes that see God, in everything that I am around. These are the moments that I truly worship in spirit and in truth, not when I'm singing, or playing music, or reading words, but when my heart again revives to be after Him, and I find him all around me. In these moments worship is not forced, I can't help but worship, and enjoy, and love...and find inspiration that I've let slip by my time and time again. God is blowing inspiration like a mighty wind upon us all, each and every moment, I pray your eyes will all be opened, and you'll let the windchimes sing...