Small Moments of Glory
Wednesday, June 7th, 2017
Hi there ladies! School is out and we are slowly working our way into our summer routine. I am so grateful it’s here. Time to slow. it. down.
I wish my summer started off simple and quiet but it’s been quite the opposite. I said good-bye to my favorite of aunts about three weeks ago after her unexpected departure to heaven. I’ve hosted not one but two parties here. And I’ve been in the thick of intense conversations with several friends.
It’s been a lot and I landed yesterday on my knees, in a place with my hands open wide asking God to show me the way. Feeling sadness, shame, disappointment – all feelings that I’d rather not feel, but feelings that I know I must work through in order to be whole.
Then last night I came home from this interview (scroll down to June 6th, 2017) and my boys were jumping up and down, they were so excited to show me – in their words – “the best surprise ever”.
You know how it goes – “close your eyes, mom, we will lead you to your surprise.” So I did just that. I slowly allowed them to lead me as I ran through a list of possible surprise options in my head. And before I knew it, we were at the front door.
I hung a wreath on the outside of the glass front door about a month ago and a couple of weeks later, we noticed a nest and three eggs. When we checked the nest the next day, there was one more for a total of four.
As I stood up on the chair yesterday, what I saw was more glorious than the day we found the eggs. It was three little birdies plus one egg left to hatch.
Girls, after the day I had – it filled my heart with such joy. Such wonder. Childlike giddiness enveloped me as we were all jumping up and down, thrilled that the birdie’s eggs finally hatched.
It reminds me of Ecclesiastes when Solomon tells us – there is a time for everything.
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8
I don’t know what kind of day you’ve had today – maybe you are on cloud 9 and hitting it out of the park. Maybe like me yesterday, you were limping along asking God to take away the ugly feelings within. Maybe you are scared, alone, sad beyond comprehension.
Whatever it might look like for you, I want you to remember that there is a time for everything. There is a time to be sad. There is a time to mourn. There is a time to tear down.
It’s in these harder times when I wake up and start to look for God’s goodness, God’s glory. For me, it’s a sweet bird’s nest with little birdies that hatched.
Would love for you to share – How, during this season, is God revealing his glory to you?