On Dust and Dusk and Summer

So here I am, in bed and in tears. But they are the good kind of tears.  I have been praying and asking for something. I have been attempting to listen, but life has been noisy and it has been difficult for me to hear.

I heard a whisper tonight, and that is the reason for my weeping. Here is what I heard: "you are but dust, yet I love you with an everlasting love."

To truly comprehend this statement in my soul overwhelms me. I have stirred up dust many times today; I have trampled it with the tires of my bicycle and dragged it around on the soles of my shoes. Dust is a flaky and dirty nothingness, yet from it I have been created as something with substance. Moreover, I have been formed from nothing to be loved forever by my creator. I should be nothing, but somehow love and holiness and divinity have chosen to make me a something. 

Maybe this does not mean anything to you yet but I hope it does become significant somewhere down the road. You are dust, but you are loved with an everlasting love.

On another note, I have been metaphorically spinning Dashboard Confessional's "Dusk and Summer" all week. I think this album is incredibly well done. I wish I would have begun to listen to it earlier this summer.