Last week’s Five Minute Friday post on Ordinary Wonders had a lingering impact for me.
I just couldn’t get it out of my head. I kept thinking about it all weekend.
In truth, I wanted MORE. I wanted more of those moments in my life. I’m greedy that way.
I know of no way to force myself (or anyone else) to see life through that special lens – the one that lets you see the miraculous in the ordinary. There are no guarantees.
All I can do is try.
Today’s story of ordinary wonder is inspired by the pink and orange and red and purple that paints the sky at sunset.
It’s the story of one particular sunset on one particular day.
I’d been spending a lot of time driving back and forth from Houston to Austin. It was a weekly thing. Get up, get kids to school, climb in the car, drive west for three hours, spend three hours with my dad, drive eastward to home, tuck the kids into bed.
My beliefs are no secret. Neither are my dad’s (or his wife’s). I’m a follower of Jesus Christ. They follow… something else that I don’t understand.
It was hard. It was exhausting. It took everything I had.
Everything was NOT ok.
One week, I just couldn’t face my kids. I didn’t have it.
I pulled into a parking lot to eat dinner alone and try and pull myself together for my family.
I looked up to see the sunset.
My beautiful perfect sunset.
The sky behind me (towards Austin and my dad) was covered in blood red and violent pink.
And in that moment, the very ordinary became wonderful.
I heard it in on the breeze.
There is power, power, wonder working power in the blood of the lamb.
Are you washed, in the blood, are you washed in the blood of the lamb?
God had it covered.
All my worries about whether my dad would ever talk again, all my questions about my dad’s salvation, all the weird new-age nonsense my step-mother was spouting. It was all covered.
I see sunsets now and remember that promise. God still has it covered.
My friend, I wish you a sunset when you need it most. May you look up and see the sky painted blood red and violent pink. May you hear the old hymns in the wind. May you remember that God has it covered.