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I Miss Your Smile

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“The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make His face shine on you and be gracious to you; the Lord turn His face toward you and give you peace.” Numbers 6:24-26

Okay, I’m just going to shout it from the rooftops, “I miss the laughs and giggles of my grandkids and kids.  I miss my back pew at church.  I miss my life-long friends, and since it’s true confession time, I miss my favorite coffee shop and my sugar-free vanilla latte, yet most of all, oh yes most of all, I miss your smile.”

Those simple upturned lips that signal a moment of recognition, excitement, and perhaps a fleeting memory. Your name may be a mystery to me, but you’re still part of my world.  We have passed in the aisles at the grocery store, the cleaners and perhaps even the pharmacy, but you’re no longer there.  As hard as it is to believe, I only don my lovely mask and gloves and join the world every two weeks. We might have missed each other along the way. It’s as if the world has been turned upside down, and it has. 

Yet here I am, with my life basically unchanged, sitting on the dock with my puppies gazing at the glorious sunset with a breaking heart. A breaking heart for lives that have been changed in ways I can never imagine.  Breaking for families who now have empty chairs around their table.  Breaking for the precious children of God who are living in homeless shelters or the street, hungry and falling farther and farther behind in school. Breaking for moms and dads who can no longer provide for their family because of lost jobs. Breaking for those of you who can only see your aging family members through a window. 

But in the heartbreak, there’s a time of thankfulness. Thankful for the brave men and women on the front lines, keeping us healthy, fed and safe, our world clean, and our hearts and soul healed. As I sit in awe of the gift of the sunset, my heart is joining with those of you who are kneeling in prayer, thankful you have survived another day wrapped in the Holy’s arms.

This is a time when the similarities of one’s path vary more than ever. Some of your lives may be like mine and my western loving cowboy, whose only bump on the road is rationing toilet paper, or watching the same TV shows over and over, despite having a choice of more than 300 channels. (All I have to say about that is someone in my house is a fan of the western channel.)

But through these days of confusion and emptiness, your compassion for one another is seen through the lessons we’re teaching our children as they write words of thanks to visitors who make deliveries to our homes in chalk on their walkways, or signs posted on apartment windows. Families are gathering on social media celebrating special time that might have been missed because of those trite words, “We were just too busy.” Cards and letters are being sent snail mail to forgotten ones in our lives while many are pitching in financially to share their blessings. Through all of this despair my heart is reaching out to each of you, and I feel your never-ending grace. Grace we’ve learned to grant one another through our twinkling eyes as we honor one another by wearing a simple mask or standing 6 feet apart. 

We all have our dark days, whether it’s the ones we are living now, the days that lurk in memories past, or in the times on the other side of a sunset that are yet to come. But the Lord is blessing us, His face is shining on us each day. His face is turned toward us each night, warming us with His glorious love. This is the serenity you feel when you gaze at a sunset, or perhaps as you close your eyes at the evening’s end and say, “Thank you for loving me Father.” I have peace knowing He will take care of you.  And one day I’ll see your smile again, and man oh man, my heart will sing.

Ponder with Me:

1. Do you miss anything?

2. Have you had dark days? Close your eyes and sit with the Holy.  Let His everlasting love wash over you.

3.  Do you truly believe God will take care of you? 

Let us pray together:

I love you Lord. My heart sings when I hear your name, your promises, and feel your grace.

I will never miss your smile, because it never fades away. You warm me with your spirit in the sunrises and sunsets. I am blessed to be your child.

Gazing  at your love.

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 I hope you’ll be my walking partner as I navigate my way through a life of whimsy, grace, and a lot of love for our Savior. You can read about my adventures on this blog, Wandering the Path, or if you’d rather, join me on my podcast Wandering the Path with Debi. 
 
And remember, as my Auntie used to say, “No matter how bumpy the journey, your path has already been cleared.”

Lightening Bugs

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“For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith, and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God.“  Ephesians 2:8

Through His grace God captures and claims us as His own just like kids do with lightening bugs, butterflies, or even grass snakes.  I have vivid memories of the boys in our backyard during the summer as they captured lightening bugs in a mason jar and claimed them as their very own.  They asked the daunting question, “How does this bug have a light on its tail?”  We quickly discovered that if you catch enough of the awe- inspiring insects and put them in a jar, the boys had their own personal flashlight as they ran around the yard on those summer nights.  Yet we were dismayed to learn that the longer they were in the jar, their magic began to fade as the lack of oxygen affected their sparkle.  Those wonderful little mysteries of life would gradually sink to the bottom of the jar, and the once joyful flashlight became a tomb for the unsuspecting little lightening bugs.  Then one night the “old wise one” whom we called “Dad” came along and showed us how to poke holes in the jar lid, which allowed the lightening bugs to breathe once again.  They no longer beat themselves against the sides trying to escape but paused, taking in the merciful air that sustained them, kept them alive and rejuvenated the flashlight.  After all the excitement was over, the boys moved on to the next source of mayhem, like a water balloon fight.  That is when Grace, in the form of a mom, quietly stepped in to take the lid off the jar, and the innocent bugs flew away into the peaceful summer night.

Unlike the lightening bugs that must fly around and light up the summer night sky to catch our eye, we don’t need to perform marvelous wonders in order to receive God’s love or attention. Grace is unsought, undeserved, and unconditional love from God.  Our precious Father pursues us like we do the lightening bugs, always providing us with the much-needed oxygen.  However, rather than capturing us in a jar, he awaits our surrender and then gives us abundant blessings.  As we live in God’s merciful grace, He forgives us our sins and accepts us. Paul tells us in Ephesians 2:8 to accept the gift and share it with others.  Show them mercy and let them see God’s grace.  Yet, sometimes the jar of life steals my sparkle, and I begin to act like the lightening bugs and beat my wings against the jar, as I try to force my way out and earn my freedom into the fresh air. My fervent prayer is that whenever I see and feel God’s grace around me, that I remember Paul’s teachings and the parable of the lightening bugs. The light they share with us coming from their unexplainable tails is like a warm glow, shining in a room where everyone forgot it was dark.  That is the grace of God and I want to share it with others.
It’s not lightening bug season yet, but the memory of those summer nights is always with me.  Along with it comes tremendous joy reminding me of God gives freely His unquenchable love and the gift of His grace. I feel like swishing my tail and shining my precious One’s light for all to see! Want to join me?

 

Points to Ponder:

  1. Do you feel God’s grace? When?
  2. Do you see God’s grace? Where?
  3. Are you the source of God’s grace to others? Why or why not?

 

Pray with me:

Dear Holy Light,

You share with me Your grace throughout my day in so many ways. Help me to see Your beacon of light and share it with all I meet.

Swishing my tail for You