Walking by Sight
I did not pray
for this sunshine, this ray of hope, this unexpected twist. I prayed for clouds
to clear and be gone. I hoped for heart
work, frugality, stretching pennies and sacrificing new clothes and fast food. I
dreaded to be content, this cloudy heart.
I prepared for debt and coming rains of change, and relationships
dampened and stretched like leather drying for changing purpose. And this ray of hope peeking through the clouds
of change and stretch, is not as sure as green grass on our fresh mowed lawn,
but it is a sign. It came from skies
that showed no sign of sun, from the side of home that I do not look because of
trees and house and cars, down-here signs, that block my view. How did He bend a golden ray of fallen
nature to do His bidding? Ashamed that I resigned to darker days while
trusting His work to be done in our heart, but not our sky. This ray of hope convicts my meager faith and warms my love and renews the
awe of mighty God of Sun that can do such things. Green lawn and yellow house barely lit by
this warm peek of future sunshine can brighten under its reminding glow. Now I can trust for more and be still with
less because the beam affirms His power. Now I see by this lighted truth behind
a thinning cloud, that if no sun breaks forth, He is able author
still. Greater glory had been His if I had walked by faith in
cloudy days and not by sight, but I have not learned to walk in the light so
perfectly yet. Can I now toil down cloudy path believing light
is neath the clouds without a ray by
which to see? One step illumined at a
time, no more, this is what "faith and not
by sight", promises for this sun seeking daughter.
Is 55:8 For my thoughts are not your
thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the LORD. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways.
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