Always, I'm looking out our kitchen window. Get a pan from the cupboard, glance out the window. Drop bread into the toaster, gaze out the window. Stir the soup on the stove, look out the window. So yesterday morning this view, above, is what I saw--a spotlight in our meadow upon my chair and fairy pool. (Click to enlarge.)
Wow, a spotlight from the sky! And instantly I thought, "That's the kind of light I feel during my quiet times with God. It's as though His light shines down upon me while I sit in my chair thinking about Him and everything good about my days. A light of Heaven, of sorts, seen and felt only within my heart."
Has anyone else noticed that Life isn't exactly getting easier? The Bible warned us that these days would be rough on everyone, and well, they certainly are. Read II Timothy 3 and the front page of the daily newspaper comes to mind:
"But mark this: There will be terrible times in the last days. People will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, without love, unforgiving, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not lovers of the good, treacherous, rash, conceited, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God..."
And as if that weren't enough, people are dying of rampant diseases and killing themselves, too, leaving behind grieving, wounded, distraught families and friends.
I don't know about you, but in our present world, I need God. I need to sustain an awesome, passionate love affair with Jesus Christ, Himself. For me, friendship with Jesus is the one thing which is going to get me through the remaining years of my life.
Yet not just 'get me through' in a struggling, limping, white knuckle sort of way--no! But rather, in a victorious, overcoming, strong, joyful way.
I refuse to settle for less.
The apostle Paul said, One thing will I seek after--that I may know Him.
I'm with you, Paul. One thing will I always seek after, too. That I may know Jesus. That I may walk with Him through the aisles of my supermarket. That I may sit beside Him at a table in Tim Horton's. That I may listen to Him speak while we kneel together out in my garden, pulling weeds. That I might sense His presence, His light, anywhere, even upon my bed in the wee morning hours.
And that I may share Him with you.
One thing, one thing, one thing... One thing does it behoove me to seek after with my whole being. One thing will get me through with joy unspeakable and full of glory.