A season of lit trees and celebration was closing and I heard excited talk about picking your “one word” for the New Year. Piqued by curiosity, I researched and loved the idea of such specific focus instead of forgotten resolutions, unrealistic expectations and lists.
It seemed doable. Everyone was jumping in. So I followed suit and picked a word God had laid on my heart for months: see.
I thought about the ways I would explore the opposition between the seen and unseen in scripture and committed to searching for God’s light in the everyday. Driven by a desire to reawaken the wonder and the awe of his creation, I took time to notice things I’d often overlooked.
The crisp skyline of winter against the white, barren landscape. A solitary tulip peeking out from the frozen ground during the first glimpses of spring.
It was beautiful. I saw God’s grace in new, unexpected ways. But then another winter swept in and God seemed to hide himself behind a veil.
Clamoring for the peace of his presence, I prayed he would reveal himself.
Where are you, God? Show me your glory. Let me know you are here.
I perused the internet and found stories of terror and finger pointing. Then other news much closer to home hit.
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