Allowing myself to look beyond what I see is a constant challenge.
I say I want eyes to see and ears to hear, but my lethargic disregard sometimes suggests otherwise. I obviously choose to be shortsighted and blind. I wear filtered glasses – becoming too self focused to look outward or up.
Today I begged to see. I grieved my loss of sight.
I craved time with my Lord. I needed to see him and hear from him.
After a dim and tearful walk I headed home carrying my comfortable glasses – when suddenly I witnessed the most amazing thing.
Before me hung delicate gossamer art, hovering effortlessly like synchronized parachutes against a perfect sky. At least fifty of these spectacular designs stretched between the modest limbs of a Mulberry tree. They seemed to be suspended in space inhaling breezes and showcasing architectural genius. One of the creations was still under construction as a tiny engineer worked to connect his meticulous spirals, one inch at a time – one row at a time.
Displayed before me was a maze of wonder – brilliantly featured by spotlights of sun-rays. From every angle I could see harmony and order, precision and strength. Its inexplicable beauty paralyzed me.
Each carefully sewn circle somehow missed the other million sticky strings next to it. With limited strands to connect to the outside perimeter, they each managed to navigate their way to a secure place to cling. Some of the circles were four inches in diameter, others up to a foot wide. A few even arched out to miss the neighboring nets.
Speechless – I pondered.
How can I doubt the author of such detail – such genius? Who am I to feel separated, worthless or discouraged?
He spins intricate webs of situations into our lives – everyday – with purpose and for his good pleasure.
He gives us what we need in order to accomplish what he desires – for the greater good.
Whether we see him or not, he works. He watches. He spins order. He details interlinking circumstances within our greater community and his plans – for his pleasure and for our good.
He gives the blind, sight. This I know.
Tears have rinsed my tired eyes today – God spoke hope and life to me through the masterful efforts of tiny eight-legged creatures. Go figure.
He is immense. He is infinite in detail. He is near. He speaks and makes himself known.
I love him.
“Yours, Lord, is the greatness and the power and the glory and the majesty and the splendor, for everything in heaven and earth is yours. Yours, Lord, is the kingdom, YOU are exalted as head over ALL.” 1 Chronicles 29:11