Breathless and Beautiful

There must be always remaining in every life,
some place for the singing of angels,
some place for that which in itself is
breathless and beautiful.
-- Howard Thurman

That which in itself is breathless and beautiful. In itself. Not because of someone or something. Not because of the sunset or the innocent baby. Not because of that certain person, place, or thing. Not because life is going the way we want it to. In itself.

What does it mean to experience being breathless and beautiful in ourselves? In moments of revelation, glimpses of our Oneness with God, the breath stops and there is complete joy and rest and beauty, whole and complete, breathless and beautiful beyond description. I love the very phrase 'breathless and beautiful,' because it reminds me that any holy instant I choose to be aware, I am at rest in God, the eternally breathless and beautiful. And what else is there?

"I rest in God." -- A Course in Miracles; Workbook Lesson 109