I've been thinking a lot about the hope that God offers out to us recently. Jonathan and I went out for a hike last Saturday and we came down different. It was good to be out and in a different place, but something kind of mysterious happened too. Although neither of us really understood exactly how, we knew that God had been with us. We felt cleansed and refreshed.
As we hiked, I kept seeing little tiny pieces of bright yellow everywhere, not so big that you would notice them unless you happened to look in exactly the right spot. I felt like God put this analogy in my mind. We were in a dark, wet and gloomy forest. Yet here were these tiny pieces of light. I felt they were visual representations of the hope God offered out to us. Not huge and overpowering hope, but little pieces here and there that were exactly enough for our need.
It started to pour on us as we came down the mountain, and I found myself running down a muddy trail through a symphony of rain; the rhythm and timbre resounding from different heights and variations of foliage around us. All at once there was joy in my heart for no reason at all. It was just like a tiny piece of yellow in my heart. Not a lot to know, but enough for my need.
This week it has really turned into Fall in Seattle.
The air around us is doing it's "here's a day of blustery rain, oops just kidding I really meant to have a blue sky" thing. There are viciously bright sunrises followed by big pluffs of wind-blown clouds. And I am seeing yellow everywhere. The whole world is screaming out what a faithful God we have.
I really have no choice but to sit back and
sip at my hot chocolate while I wait and agree.
sip at my hot chocolate while I wait and agree.
2 comments:
Beautiful thoughts, dear friend. It is wonderful and strange that God gives us reminders of his goodness as glimpses--things that we could ignore if we were trying to but once noticed seem to shine everywhere.
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