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The Testimony of Our Senses

You created and it was good. Very good. You said so yourself.

So how come right now it can feel bad? Very bad. You didn’t warn us about this. Have you changed your mind? Are you going back on your word? Were you just kidding?

I look of the hint of the sunrise, the glow of the clouds, overseeing two ducks urging themselves toward the shore and the cover of the steady reeds. The water is still, so still I can see the arrow of their wake. Good, so very good.

The darkened surface speaks to the heavens. See your clouds, your tints, and the proud shadows of overflying waterfowl? See your beauty in me? it seems to say. Even the jet trail of the early morning flight is reflected here.

I look up to see the straight white line of the jet trail dissecting the grey-blue of the sky, but where is it drawn on my pond palette? on my earthly representation of heavenly perfection? IMG_4910

Wait. I think I see it. It’s not a straight line at all, but an oscillating serpent in white, wiggling along the surface. I can see it clearly, reflected on the stilled water of the early morning, waiting patiently to come to life. The sheet of pond is not a perfect reflection after all. Unseen perturbations give themselves away.

How could I doubt your perfection? What you have created is good, very good.

Now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then we will see face to face. Now I know only in part; then I will know fully, even as I have been fully known. ~ 1 Cor 13:12

What did God mean when He spoke me?

What right have I to be here on this earth?

Here,
taking up space,
demanding time,
using resources.

What right have I to demand that things be done my way?

according to my plan,
within my specifications,
according to my schedule.

I have no right to these. Not any claim on these.
Any more than you or you or you or you.

Nevertheless, I am here.
I’m meant for something. 
Meant to be someone.
Maybe I’m just meant.

What if, when God spoke me into existence, the one who I am today is exactly what He meant, exactly what He had in mind, and exactly as He hoped?

Wouldn’t that be something?!
 

Made to Notice

reflection

Photo credit: Michael Halloran

We notice when something is changing, not when it has changed.

We are made this way.

  • To attend to the acceleration, not the constant speed
  • To catch the approach of a predator, not the constant sway of the grass
  • To feel the crawl of a spider, but not the constant warmth of the sun

We notice when we are jarred from our reverie into attention.

We are made this way. But…

  • If acceleration becomes constant speed.
  • If predators crouch to blend in.
  • If spiders stop to take a bite.

We may stop noticing.

We are made this way, too.

Oh, stillness, thank you, for drawing my attention back to constancy.

  • constant motion
  • constant sway
  • constant warmth.

We are also made this way.

Beloved, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is pleasing, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence and if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things. ~ Philippians 4:8
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