I’m prone to exploration of words and their meaning. I read a word and wonder,
Do I really understand this?
I read the word “awe” in a devotional about asking God for what we need.
I proceeded to search and found to be awed means to have an experience that creates a reverential fear, amazement or a word that sounds pretty to me, “wonderment”.
An observation or encounter that prompts the sound, “Ah…”.
As if awe, the experience has a sound all its own.
On Friday as I dressed for dinner with friends and dabbed a scent on my wrist, I told my husband, “I need a lighter scent.”
Then added, “You’re fortunate, you know. Most women don’t go without these kind of things.”
He grunted and added his comparable going without things like boats and such.
I made a list of things that do matter but don’t. Better clothes, better hair, new paint on our dated walls.
Less belly fat, better teeth, more art seen and sold, the courage to finish the book, the assurance that my children are okay.
Things on the periphery of my life, details of my days.
God pulled me close, caused me to ask to be closer.
I cried then prayed.
To acknowledge, I want a God experience, an occurrence with the Holy Spirit.
This morning, I asked for awe.
I asked God to show me His glory, like Moses who turned to the bush in the desert to be met by God in reply.
Moses who then told Joshua, keep telling the people to follow, to seek the Lord, to seek to be awed.
“the Lord make his face to shine upon you and be gracious to you; the Lord lift up his countenance upon you and give you peace.”
Numbers 6:25-26 ESV
To have their countenance changed by grander things than food and water, to be aware of God.
Maybe discontent builds desire.
Maybe grander prayers bring my awareness of the grandeur of God.
I believe it to be so.
Lord, I want to be awed by your glory. I want to be drawn to notice you and to turn, my attention captured until I linger, I turn to see you longer enough to see myself through you.
Lord, show me your glory. I ask to be awed.
Because of mercy, Amen.
The hydrangeas are bluer this year. The blooms are so abundant that my house and my daughter’s are decorated by them.
The ground must be different this year somehow, the soil’s season somehow rich and new.
May I be new as well, may my soil hardened by hardship become more broken and opened to nutrition from you.
May my life yield awesome beauty, healed and healthy because of you.
“Sow for yourselves righteousness; reap steadfast love; break up your fallow ground, for it is the time to seek the Lord, that he may come and rain righteousness upon you.”
Hosea 10:12 ESV
Happy Sunday, ya’ll!
God is everywhere. Don’t forget to notice.