An early morning drive to take my son to his weekend job at a camp out of town was such a gift as the weekend began, and the previous week came to a close.
As I returned home yesterday, under the cobalt blue sky, as I absorbed the serenity of the silence in the vehicle, as I reflected on the week, I realized how many times I had experienced something like kisses blown from heaven, and was completely unaware.
When the week began I had a plan of self preservation, to ensure that I would not be working on empty. Within hours of deciding on my plan, it became apparent that my plan was thwarted before I even gave it breath.
Isn’t that a common human experience?
Don’t we all have days, times, situations
when our plans for good are halted?
Don’t such times
just make us throw our hands up
to the heavens in frustration? defeat?
The rest of the week passed … a week of living for the weekend.
(don’t tell me you’ve never had one of those)
It wasn’t until I was contentedly driving home alone, until I whispered one sentence …
I so needed this drive full of visual beauty …
And, like a light being turned on in a dark room, pushing all that hindered full sight of what the room contained, the blessings of the week came into full view.
- the end of the horrible, awful, terrible cold early in the week
- the celebration of our son’s birthday with he and his friend
- the laughter in the kitchen one night as our daughter regaled us with a spider story
- attending the birthday party of a long since graduated student
- the words of affirmation and thanks from another long since graduated student
- a forecast of sun, sun, sun
- the warmest greetings from a mom I barely know, whose daughter graduated with ours
- an unsigned, cheery postcard in the mail
Each event, as I reflected, were like lightly placed kisses on ones forehead. The kind that are more about adoration than passion, more about giving than taking, sometimes barely felt at all … yet they build up, are more intimate and last longer than any other.
Though we can interpret each of these events as simply just individual events, just the happenstance of life, there is more benefit from them, more purpose and life-giving in them if we can see them as (I believe with everything in my being) the gestures of love from a very loving God, who desires that we see his love and care for us as constant, as abundant.
And so, I look back at the events of this week and I can see the love my heavenly father has for me.
May I prompt you to also look back at your week, and see if you too were so busy living life that your missed the kisses blown from heaven into your week.
“For the LORD your God is living among you.
He is a mighty savior.
He will take delight in you with gladness.
With his love, he will calm all your fears.
He will rejoice over you with joyful songs.”
Zephaniah 3:17
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