So much so that sometimes I forget.
I forget that God is the creator of all things beautiful.
The Heavens declare the glory of God;
The skies proclaim the work of His hands.
And I start to praise the beautiful things. I start to think that those are the things that will fill me up, that will make me so, so happy, that will keep me going when I get weary and tired and sad. And I start to desire those things more than I desire the One who created them.
It's okay to dream. I even think it's okay to let the passion for the gifts God has given us to run wild, untamed.
When I think of being free, I feel like I can breath again. But sometimes the very things that are supposed to make us free turn into heavy yokes on our back. Like when I start worshiping the gifts instead of the giver.
It's hard to deny God when you can look outside and see His Glory displayed.
Sometimes I do it anyway. I take for granted the things I see and touch, and my heart becomes calloused to the beauty all around me.
But when I am reminded of how great He is, it is a beautiful, beautiful thing.