You know the morning, just last week. You and your neighbor greeted each other with nods and closed mouthed smiles after finding yourselves outside in your fuzzy pj’s, camera in hand trying to capture the picturesque ice crystals covering every surface. If you are like me, you just couldn’t seem to capture how awesome it was (the ice crystals not the pj’s). The glistening was there when you took the photo, but the camera just didn’t seem to translate the image as your eye did.
I wondered just how many things in life are like that?
Or are they? Since our memories hold what the camera cannot even grasp. We use, love and rely on technology yet the make up of the created child of God (you!) has so much power. Do you think of how wonderfully made you are? After a while I just put the camera down and stood there breathing in God’s winter beauty. What God revealed to me in all that sparkle is
creation is wonderful
God’s children are wonderful
you, your senses and mind, are the best camera you will ever own.
I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Wonderful are Your works, And my soul knows it very well.
– Psalm 139:14
When the roller-coaster ride of life seems to have no brakes and I turn into a snappish monster, the young one God has blessed me with, says “Mom, let’s go on a hike.” I nod and wrangle it into my schedule like a dentist appointment, “Okay, I have from 3 to 4:30.”
Silly me. Silly slow-to-learn me. As we walk, my soul is transformed…with each step I return to myself. My senses appear. The brakes have been applied. I have found my much needed soul rest. I realize how much I really need this. Certainly you need soul rest too. Your road may be different, but I encourage you to find your road and step upon it often.
For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence,
for my hope is from him.
He only is my rock and my salvation,
my fortress; I shall not be shaken.
On God rests my salvation and my glory;
my mighty rock, my refuge is God.
My Hyacinth Bean Vine is reaching, like a outstretched arm. The breeze causes its tip to seemingly have a constant tremble. It searches for something, anything to help it. A leaf, a branch, a string.
It strives to go upward. Weekly I tuck it down around itself again, around the chain it grew up. Out it pushes and I hear it say, “My self won’t work. I need something, something more to wrap around, to cling to, so I can grow up.”
My soul clings to you; your right hand upholds me. Psalm 63:8
I preach to myself: Stop clinging to your self and reach out to the One who created you to need Him. Take joy in reaching out to Him.