Several times a day I might notice a bird
or the sky or like yesterday,
the most amazing magnolia bloom I could barely see just above the fence top.
I’ll pause and just get quiet, my eyes and my soul resting.
Sometimes though, I just rush about frustrated or pitiful, one extreme or the other, angst and longing.
Then I notice the sky. The vastness of empty space, yet fullness of God and I’m better then, more myself with God.
I’m always better in the moment of pausing to look towards sky.
I think maybe it’s my age the way I intentionally, perhaps accidentally notice God.
Maybe I am “the crazy bird lady” my daughter loves to call me.
Or maybe not, because she notices too now, and tells me about her red bird appearing outside the tall, curtain drawn farmhouse windows
following her as she moves from room to room to front porch.
Or maybe, just maybe I’m in the presence of God more clearly, not because He hasn’t been there all along, but
Because I’m okay with Him seeing me.
I’m not as often compelled to hide from the God who sees me.
Waiting to be seen, asking where are you?
Lisa, why try to hide?
You’re seen, you’re known, you’re loved despite your attempts to hide. You’re not hidden in the overgrowth, no need for that, listen, look…I’m here.
And they heard the sound of the Lord God, walking in the garden in the cool of the day, and the man and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the Lord God among the trees in the garden. But, the Lord called…where are you?
Linking up with Jennifer Dukes Lee to tell His story.