“One must ask children and birds how cherries and strawberries taste.”
~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
It’s warm outside; the forecast is for another hot, albeit cloudy, day. The clouds, and the wind in the trees, lead me to believe it’s cooler than it really is when I look out the window. I expect the absence of the sun will change how I experience this day.
In my humanness I tend to be that way. Those things that are right in front of my eyes influence how I experience a day which, in turn, colours the entirety of my life. I try to hold on to the truth that it’s the unseen things, the good and true things that ultimately shape my eternity but sometimes I forget.
Sometimes the things in front of my eyes are glaring and painful and harsh and ugly, and they hold my attention for far too long. Other times there’s no way around them; sometimes I have no choice but to do battle for a while and fight my way through them.
Faith that above those clouds today the sun shines brightly. Faith that the things I cannot see are of far more worth than the brokenness I see in front of me. Faith in the Creator who holds all of this . . . and who knows all of this.
So today, faith. And if not rest, then at least trust.
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Today: worship and teaching this morning; tackling a mountain of cherries this afternoon.