This moment! 😍
Reading through The Beatitudes today, thinking about how we hunt after blessings. The truth is – in order to be blessed with the things that matter – we must be emptied. 🤍
I think Elizabeth and Zachariah had their hands full as they raised this wild boy. He was walking to the beat of heavenly drum. I often wonder what was revealed to him in his wilderness days. The forerunner, making the way in the hearts of God’s people for their coming Messiah.
Mary and Joseph finally arrived home with their son, God’s son. It is in this place they would live a quiet life. It would be in the act of daily living that they poured into the One who will pour it all out. 🤍
We wonder why it is so hard to love the world around us. Why we are the withered branch, the kite at the will of the wind, the ship adrift at sea. The answer is simple – We’ve become untethered from the vine that sustains us, the string that holds us fast, and the anchor entrenched at bottom of the sea.
So often all we can see is ourselves.
We’re kept so busy looking in the mirror at our feelings, our views, our offenses, our agenda, that we fail to see all the Lord has set before us.
In these days of quiet, chaos I have been searching to find God’s glory in every little thing. As always, He has been faithful to show it to me. As I was making a bowl of mango salsa this week, suddenly, there it was.
The dog days of summer,
the garden is wild and heavy with fruit.
Tomato vines crawl over beans, threaten cucumbers and taunt the zucchini.
Tomatoes sun themselves,
ever changing, green, and pink and red,
abundance is waiting, ripe for the picking.
Mangoes tarry, cradled in a bowl,
eager to greet their longtime friends.
Their meeting place, the cutting board.
The quiet slicing of deep red, and cubes, yellow like the sun
The same knife slides through red onions, grown in shallow dirt
Swaying cilantro is picked and chopped as its scent fills the air.
With one brush of the knife,
the patchwork of colors tumble into a glass bowl,
it must be glass, they must be seen.
The lime is cut and gently squeezed,
salt and pepper sprinkled, gladly join the bowl.
The familiar wooden spoon tosses them gently together.
All started from seed, hidden in the dark,
In the darkness. In the quiet.
He was there.
In one moment, He brought them into his glorious light.
They came together, God’s Harvest,
in all its taste, in all its glory.