“Ears to hear and eyes to see— both are gifts from the Lord.”
Proverbs 20:12 NLT
It’s not spectacular, the little place where the back porch meets the grassy yard bordered by flowers that can withstand the heat.
There’s no manicured touch and the green of the lantana, the clematis and the wild lavender flowers is mingled with the green of a weed that refuses to go away.
Still, the sun peeks through the tall pines and it lays down a bridge on the thick grass.
I glance past the magenta colored roses and I sense God saying all will be okay.
I sense His spirit in my response to nature, in response to seeing.
Like the sight on Tuesday, a woman at the intersection in a dull colored old minivan.
I turned to see her as she waited for the light to turn green. I noticed her windows down, her long loose hair and although it wasn’t sunny, her aviator shades.
All alone in her car on her way somewhere, she shimmied her shoulders and tilted her head and then raised both arms up high and sang to no one listening.
I was awed by her hope.
I went on my way and glanced in the rear view to see her switch lanes quickly in between two others and I wondered where she was going.
I decided she wasn’t in a hurry.
She seemed to be joyously resilient, come what may
she was still going.
The sight of her, of the sunrise every morning, of the geese crossing the busy road somehow quite sure the cars would stop and wait, it all makes me certain in believing.
That this time is a season, a bridge to joy, a bridge to contentment not from without, but within.
I pray we all notice more, the simple steady markers for hope and the unexpected ones that reveal an abandoned joy!
Throw our arms up and sing along to no one at all.