Tired from helping my brother with algebra, I lay back on our living room floor and entered a grace-filled world of color through a tiny triangle formed between our window and our curtain. The blue of the sky was so rich. Against the blue painted trim of our house the heavens looked alive, real, vibrant. If God can speak through a color, this morning He did. The message was peace and love and beauty.
A moment after my little corner glimpse into the infinite was crossed by a jet and its puffy white contrail, quickly dispersed as though the wind would brush away the perfect picture of the lovely blue. My eyes closed in a second of praise, then opened to watch three geese fly, just enough for a V-formation, following the jet.
All in 30 seconds, this beautiful message like a living painting passed across my view. What peace do we forfeit when we don't stop to lie back on the carpet and see what God has made?
Friday, February 23, 2007
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