What A Wonderful World
Throughout my career I've heard so may people say, “Oh, you play music? You must stay up all night, and sleep all day. What a life!”
Truth is; I'm a morning person. I always have been. No matter what time I go to bed at night—even in the wee hours of the morning--I'm up with the sun. I guess maybe it's because I feel like life is short. I don't want to miss a thing while I'm here on this planet.
On a recent trip to The Gulf coast with my family, I got up every morning to see the sun rise. The condo was so quiet. I'd slip out to the balcony and I'd watch the blackness transition into soft hues of purples while the rest of the world slept. The only sound I heard was the rhythmic pulse of the waves lapping onto the deserted shore.
I sat there with a cup of coffee in hand, and I watched the sun emerge from the sea. I could almost see the water dripping off of the firey, golden ball as it rose higher into the sky. I saw the light spread across the horizon like a smile on a child's face on Christmas morning. Pinks turned to oranges...then pale yellows to blues....and in this quiet, peaceful time, as an audience of one watching God's light show, I began to think.
I thought about my own life, and the parallels between a world of darkness succumbing to a world of light. There was a time in the not too distant past when I thought I would never see the sun again, but was I wrong. Today my world is full of light, light that was there all along—only now I can see it clearly...and feel its warmth.
Like I do every morning at the beach, I rinsed out my coffee mug, and headed down to the shore to walk the surf's edge.
The only other living creature sharing the sand with me that morning was a spindly crane, and as I walked the beach alone, I began to thank God for my many blessings. I thanked Him for my family. I thanked Him for our supportive friends. I thanked Him for my health. I thanked Him for bringing joy back to my music....and I thanked Him for allowing me, after all these years, to continue to earn a living doing what I love to do with the people I love to do it with.
I am a very blessed man...and I know it. As I continued to walk the beach that morning, my wife's favorite song by Louie Armstrong popped into my head, and I hummed it all the way back to the condo—especially the last lines...and I think to myself, what a wonderful world!