Un Seeing

A morning filled with juggling chainsaws on a unicycle. And clowns, so many clowns. Momentary pauses allow a breath of heaven-sent peace and a touch of wisdom. Stepping outside to escape the noise around me and clear the noise within me, I was greeted with overcast skies. Finding a tree to lean against, I closed my eyes to block out ever present stimuli. As if on cue, a gentle breeze brushed across my face and through closed eyelids, the sky brightened. Apparently, the sun peaked through the gray providing momentary warmth, a heavenly hug.

God, You know me so well. You know what I need when I need it, even before. You know each breath for You lend it to me, each heartbeat for You hold it in Your Hands, each step because You walk beside me.

In the bluster of craziness around me, the birds announce Spring. Under the swirling dust, wildflowers show their colors. And I, concerned with all else, am learning to see the simple beauty of all You have created, even with my eyes closed.

Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. Hebrews 11:1

… blessed are they that have not seen, and yet have believed. John 20:29

Perhaps it is not as much believing as it is in unseeing. It is in moments of relative silence where my thoughts are calmed, my heart soothed. It is there the Lord speaks in a million different ways and attunes my senses to listen, to see, to feel, to know He is there and always will be.



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