Telling Me a Story
August 04, 2009
I’m sitting in a quiet sun room that looks out into the U.P. darkness. It is a smidge above 40 degrees and I can barely believe that it is summer; August at that!
Earlier tonight we sat on a pontoon in the middle of Piatt Lake and watched today dissipate in ribbons of orange and fucshia behind an kelly green treeline. At the opposite end of the lake was a white faced moon in total balance to the sun. Night was becoming. Day was ending. I watched and realized that there was no way to take a picture of both the moon and the sun in the same frame. They were at diametrically opposed points in the day on opposite ends of the world but from where I sat, they were my reality.
That is my life in a summary picture. One day ends and the night begins. I have no input into how either came to be played out but here they are. One ends with another’s beginning. I need to remember that a little as I try so desperately to make tomorrow come a little faster and make the night end a little sooner. God has orchestrated my days in a ballet of balance that ultimately has the angels in awe over God’s choreography. Their greatest applause always come as my life dances to the brink of destruction and then God brings it all back to perfect center. God is telling the heavens a story of his glory.
That’s a good thing to hold on to when I begin to plan a ministry that will depend on his staging.
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