There are some mornings I want to open the shades, let all the light in. It feels clean, bright, fresh.
Other mornings I’d rather keep the shades drawn. Hunker down. Stay warm. Alone.
Still others I feel like I want to chase the gray skies away by turning on all the lights in the house, even though I know the gray remains.
I think in a lot of ways this is how we are with our faith. Some mornings we want to invite God in for the day. In fact, we can’t wait for a visit.
Other days we’d rather not even acknowledge Him, maybe even without reason, or realization. Then there are the other days when we yearn for his presence, but cannot feel it.
One thing I know, God is there every day, whether I greet Him anxiously, or not. I know, because after the gray is finally gone I can look back and see the whole picture, not just the part with me opening the shades, putting food on the table and getting the boys to bed. I see how I made it through the day with smiling, happy boys. I see it in knowing a friend received good news.
These may be simple things, but I know I am important to God (after all, he has counted the hairs on my head…why else would He do that unless He loves me?) and if I’m important to God, He must be at work doing something in the peripheral of the picture, the part I cannot see.
And that I am anxious to look back upon and see clearly.
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