Sometimes it comes in a surprise gift from a stranger. At times it arrives bottled in laughter, the kind that makes the belly all tight, the eyes water with glee. Or it might be in the form of a neighbor offering to help fix your flat tire. Last week my husband beckoned me outside in the wee hours of dawn, urging me to join him. Taking a quick sip of coffee, aiming to pry the eyes open a bit further, I walked out onto our driveway.
And I stepped right out into His morning glory. Flashes of living color stretched across the eastern sky.
And in those moments the blazing color bled all over my husband and me, covering us with promise, with hope and beauty. All day long I thought about our morning blessing, it made me smile, caused me to whisper thank you as the clock ticked the hours away, easing into the evening.
When these unexpected gifts come, and they do, I think He talks without words, stunning us into obedient silence. Only the heartbeat understands what the morning glory has to say. The spine, it straightens and the eyes open wide, all awake now shivering with awestruck wonder. Sparks of understanding illumine the mind, as if the horizon had a voice, and the ears strain hard to catch it.
There there now, be still, I am alive and watching, let the worries fade away. Let me cup the political climate, the body pain, fear and uncertainty in My outstretched hands. Be still, watch the sunrise, everything is going to work out just fine.
Trust Me.
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