Oh my! Maybe the question should be “Where am I not spotting Him?”
For some reason today (could it be God?) I seemed to spot Him In each person I passed. Intrigued by the reality of His image stamped in them, regardless of how marred, gnarled or polished! Curious mystery, wouldn’t you say?
His creativity is everywhere my eyes glance. How spectacular the colors of flowers and the differing shades of greens in the leaves. Bold as well as pastels. And the color schemes on the dogs and cats and skunks and fish… Isn’t it wonderful that Immanuel did not create in black and white? And is not color blind?
In the smell of cut grass and roses and a meal cooking in the crockpot. In the sweet whiff of honeysuckle as I pass by. And the buzz of the fan on this hot day.
In the tinkling chimes as the breeze blows on them. And the buzz of the bee.
In His remarkable Book. And His generosity in helping me get past theology to see more of Him.
In the pages of great authors who have become mentors in their own ways. ‘Encouraging me towards love and good deeds’ as a result of intimacy with my Personal God.
In the kindness, generosity loving words and smiles of friends towards me. And in my kind interactions with others.
In the innocence of my beautiful 4 month niece. In her smiling eyes as she beams non-judgmentally at people she does not know. And those she does know.
In the tender looks and timely care of mommy for her child. In the strong arms of daddy as he tosses her giggling into the air. And as he wraps his little girl securely as she sleeps.
In the wounded one who tearfully voices how she is wanting to live kindly rather than reactively.
In my brother’s passionate love for each of his family members. Immanuel’s heart is poured out through his prayers and also as he exclaims the workings of God. In his compassion for those who have hurt him the deepest and maligned his reputation. As he lives out the verse “Bless those who curse you. Do good to those who spitefully use you.” As he is the answer to our prayer “May Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth…”
In the story line of history that only He could write. ‘Happenstance’ meetings with people who are passionate to bring help to Nigeria, working in the same city that my parents were in when I was born. People who are investing into the Bible college my dad was headmaster of. And into the hospital that was begun by missionary friends and parents of our classmate. In the opening of an orphanage and their desire for my help in offering training to the staff. In the likelihood that both my brother and I might end up where we started life together- following in the footsteps of our parents!
So sweetly placed are His thumbprints in the worlds of pain of the people I love.
In prayer sessions as He comes into the evil done rather than distancing Himself. As He tenderly paces the speed of processing so as to not overwhelm the one He loves. As He declares His anger at the abuse, and loves the ‘unlovely’. As He gently brings truth to the false misperceptions of realities. As He gives guidance,
As He guides my thoughts as I think in His presence… bringing me towards loving Him more.