“Look at the bathroom lights, Mom! There are rainbows everywhere!”
She gazes up at the light sporting cardboard glasses from a Mad Science camp that look like a cross between old school 3-D glasses and those cooky looking shades you get when the optometrist dilates your eyes.They’re refracting glasses and they break the light into millions of tiny rainbows. She rocks her head from shoulder to shoulder and giggles with glee as the rainbows dance through the room.
“Mom, I never knew there were rainbows everywhere! They were here all along! I just had to look through the right glasses!”
Like my promises, God whispers. Revelation sweeps over me and sucks the air from my lungs.
Oh! How I’ve forgotten. Forgotten to live my life seeing the rainbows everywhere. Forgotten how God’s promises sparkle on the walls of my home, and dance through the air of my church, and surround my children’s heads like halos.
‘Cause they are, you know? Everywhere- it’s just a matter of taking off my worldy human glasses and putting on my God lenses.
I’m sorry, Lord. Sorry for overlooking the promises you’ve fulfilled all around me. Sorry for not believing in Your plan and your promise to prosper me. Sorry for putting on the world’s glasses and seeing this life as something not steeped in Your light. I’m sorry for forgetting about the rainbows, Lord. Thanks for the reminder.
I'm linking up (a little late) with Duane Scott over at Scribing the Journey- would you join us?
This post is part of the Unwrapping His Promises series we’re doing this Advent season with Duane Scott over at Scribing the Journey. If you’d like to join us, you can download today’s Promise here.
The Promise of Rest
I came here seeking solitude,
And found I like the quiet,
But am afraid of the alone.
I came here spent and desiring rest,
And found bounding energy
Yearning for outlet.
“Rest,” You said, “Be still.”
But I find myself restless
And in perpetual motion.
In obedience and with discipline of will,
Eyes closed and thoughts clearing.
I sink into Your grace.
Written on retreat at St Scholastica, 2/25/2011
Do I believe this?
If my actions speak to my beliefs and I look hard at how I act, do my actions say I believe that He will meet my every need?
I’ve worked hard today. I’ve been productive. I’ve called calls and written blogs. I’ve worked up budgets and hobbed and knobbed with potential ministry partners. I’ve knocked things off my to do list that I’ve been “meaning to” get to for weeks.
It’s not finished. Not done. The cute little boxes are not all checked off.
There are clean clothes on the bed unfolded and dishes in the sink unwashed and chapters God asked me to write unwritten.
There are hugs unhugged and kisses unkissed, prayers unprayed and love unsaid.
I NEED more time. More energy. More motivation. More hands.
And if I truly believe that God has promised every need will be met, why do I feel so desperately overwhelmed by it all when I look around?
As I work today on the budget for a women’s conference we are hosting next fall, I laughed at the numbers. I feel like I’m playing with monopoly money as I look at a budget that BEGINS thousands of dollars from reality is daunting. And the question that rattles around is do I really believe God will provide?
That’s the promise.
Today I have to settle for claiming this promise- because today, well, frankly, belief is coming so readily. God and I have spent a lot of time chatting about this today and He’s made other promises of need fulfilled.
“Lord, help my unbelief.”
Another need. One he’ll meet. Like all the others.
Flex your fingers, and let’s play Five Minute Friday.
Where we throw caution (editing, revising, and worrying) to the winds and just write. Without wondering if it’s just right or not.
For five minutes flat. Then link up here www.thegypsymama.com.
Today’s prompt is: New… ready? GO!
The sunrise walk this morning reminds me that each day is a new creation…just like me.
Reminds me that I am raised to walk in the newness of life with Christ. Am I living like new? Or do I carry the trappings and worries and mess that I’ve made around with me into the peaking rays of sun that break over the sidewalk?
Do I really live like new? I think of the crisp clean new shirts that I bought for back to school clothes and the clean white paper in unwritten notebooks. Am I new like that? Unwritten? Un-blemished by what has gone before? Un-tarnished by the wear and tear of life in a broken, fallen world?
Do I believe that “new” is even achievable? To wake up each morning and crucify the old, and put on the new?
Yes, it is. So, here is my NEW “man”…the one who believes not just IN God, but who believes God.
Now your turn!