We don’t yet see things clearly. We’re squinting in a fog, peering through a mist. But it won’t be long before the weather clears and the sun shines bright! We’ll see it all then, see it all as clearly as God sees us, knowing him directly just as he knows us! I Corinthians 13:12 (MSG)
Storms rolled through last night. Lightning flashed. And thunder set off the car alarm.
I fell asleep to the patter of rain over my head, a comforting sound that reminded me of times we camped in our little fiberglass trailer and knew we would not wake up in a puddle.
This morning fog hovers over the field, and the air mists my cheeks.
Mama and Papa Goose swoop down to the pond.
I laugh at a crow that tries to catch its balance in the tree. It flaps and flutters from thin branch to thin branch that bow under its weight. Just as I grab the camera and prepare to shoot, it flies off with branch in mouth.
They promise sun, but gray still reigns.
For now. The day’s still young.
I know the sun’s still up there, and it won’t be long before it shines.
And in the gray mist and cool damp, the earth is becoming.
Alive.
God-colored.
My daughter calls. Her words are hoarse and muffled, but I hear “sick” and “temperature” and could I please come get Grace ready for school.
Later the baby comes, and weekend order gives way to strewn toys and shredded napkin and the fragrance of messy diaper that overcomes magnolia-scented potpourri.
I watch Lil raise from hands and knees to wobble on hands and feet. She pulls herself up on my leg. I stand, and she grasps my finger, and we walk. I know soon she will stand alone and run and talk.
She was just born yesterday, and tomorrow she will be in school.
It’s all in the becoming.
She’s tired and needs to rest, but she doesn’t want to give in.
So I hold snug and rock and bounce while she squirms and complains until eyes drop close and she grows limp.
I climb stairs and tuck her in bed.
I survey the mess, but instead of cleaning it up, I pour a cup of chai and sit next to tulips.
It’s all in the becoming.
In the becoming,
Have the roots [of your being] firmly and deeply planted [in Him, fixed and founded in Him], being continually built up in Him, becoming increasingly more confirmed and established in the faith, just as you were taught, and abounding and overflowing in it with thanksgiving. Colossians 2:7 (Amplified)
Sharing today with L.L. Barkat.
good stuff
Thanks. 🙂
We are only just now getting the storm you must have had last night. How I do love a good rainstorm! Life is a busy-crazy-beautiful place to be, isn’t it?
I love storms, too. It’s icing a little tonight, though. Not close to what they predicted, though. At least here.
Busy-crazy-beautiful life. For sure!
Just returned from visit with daughter and grandchildren and really can relate to your post.
Hope you had a wonderful visit. Glad you included me in your day, Connie. 🙂
I want to view life as you do…simple, colorful, and alive.
I think I drive my husband crazy. 🙂
So nice to see you here, JoDee.
Oh, I love the becoming! The promises that we take into that becoming and hold onto during the journey.
The destination is pretty nice, too. 🙂
Loved this…poetic and beautiful.
Thanks, Keiki. Hugs to you.
Life isn’t so much about getting *there* as it about *getting* there. The struggle is the glory. Beautiful post, Snady! 🙂 In my eagerness for spring, I admit a special fondness for your reminder that the sun is always up there!
Thank you, Ms. Katie. I’m glad we’re on the journey together.
P.S. The sun is still there, but it still hasn’t made an appearance. 😉
Today is one of those days.
Just grey and stormy.
And I’m snuggled up, coffee in hand, hanging out with friends like you.
You have no idea how much I love blogs. 🙂
The sun will come out–tomorrow.
You’ve probably never seen that movie. 😉
I love hanging out with friends like you.
I so love how you see the world and share it with us, Sandra. 🙂 So true: it’s all in the becoming. Not what we were or what we are, but what He is revealing as we become.
Thank you so much, Jason!
What He reveals in the becoming. Love that.
It’s Tuesday here, but my Monday was gray and cool…like yours. I wasn’t as cheerful about it as you are. I guess I’m still becoming…
Aren’t we all? 🙂
Yep! Some days I wonder if I’ll ever get there. I have so much sludge to scrape off. Feels like I end up at square one way to often.