I slip my boots on quietly by the door for a quick and purposeful jaunt around the house to dump the bucket of egg shells and banana peels into the compost pile and chop some cedar into thin strips for a snappy fire starter. I must keep the chilly floors and toes warm inside the house even in May.
The sky is blue and cloudless, the grass shifting its baby spring color to a more suitable, deeper green, mature and sophisticated by June, no doubt.
Arms full of kindling, plastic bucket squeezed between two fingers I stand for a moment under the open sky imagining God seeing me go here and there. “Take careful thought to all your ways.” Haggai 1:5
I am seen.
My voice rolling over a nearby field where children run, calling them in by name to come closer still to me. The echo of laughter between the man with dirt covered hands and I as he muddies up the glass of cool water I’ve brought him. The sound of children’s chattering that cannot be interpreted but carries the aroma of cheer and togetherness. They are seen.
The slam of a door and the sound of rain boots on a freshly mopped floor coming my way and, “take it all with grace” running through my head only to be met with a fist full of tiny spring blossoms tightly held between chubby fingers, a gift all for me worth every extra Swiffer swipe.
We are seen.
In all that’s going on around us, all the falling down, breaking apart, rocky future dreams unknown; if all the re-ports and re-posts are filled with fears that feed our hearts to the wolves, and in our heads grow seeds of inconsistencies and conspiracies, can we find strength to stand under the expanse of God’s 2nd creative day, and feel His loving presence? Knowing if everything, EVERYTHING falls apart He loves us and we are seen!
Can we let this assurance be what drives us to smile under masked faces with six feet between us in the dollar store? Will we set the bread of the Presence of God today on the table before us as a reminder in our present day of His faithfulness? (1 Kings)
We can rest in confidence of His love no matter how dreadful things might look around us. We are seen by Him who holds all the earth in His hands, The One Holy God with eyes so keen not the flit of a sparrow will He skip over. How much more will His love enclose your days? You are seen.
"My life passes as swiftly as the evening shadows. I am withering away like grass." Psalm 102:11