MORNINGS are not
everyone’s cup of tea, but I am a mornings person.
One morning in
recent memory, a few years ago now, I got up in an unusual fog and was led to
our lounge room. Suddenly it dawned on
me that there is so much evidence of my life, as if I could not hide my
existence, if I wanted to (not that I would wish to). My ‘footprint’ was everywhere. But that wasn’t the end of this ethereal
escapade. Just as suddenly, within
sight, I panned my head and saw my wife asleep, I considered my young son
asleep, and then I surveyed the five children in photographs. From some angles of life, it appears we don’t
achieve much, but from what God was showing me, there was evidence everywhere
of progress.
That wasn’t the
final stop along this reflective sojourn.
In only about ten minutes God showed me something else. Suddenly all the possessions I could see were
like living legacies of times past where I’d done something, with family or
friends, where I’d been actively involved in life.
I was
overwhelmed as I sat there. On the one
hand, I wasn’t living an extraordinary life, yet on the other hand, from an
eternal perspective, where every moment is significant, all my past moments and
memories were extraordinary. And what I
was seeing was the evidence.
When we look
around our lives, and seriously contemplate in silence and wonder, entering
into moments of memory without rushing, God may enter that time with us to show
us a new thing. Something we had missed
before. None of us are insignificant.
***
The amazing
thing about this experience is it was actually a catalyst for getting me out of
a problematic season that could have led to depression. Those first waking ten minutes turned my
world around.
A grateful
heart, a heart full of praise, where God’s Spirit does raise: a new way to
start.
© 2016 Steve Wickham.
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