Stories of unglamorous beginnings have been encouraging to me lately in stepping by step with things I’m still believing to see. Yesterday I left the Wake County room I’ve been renting at 5AM and drove 118 miles to see the sunrise over Lake Norman before worshiping with an awesome body of believers out that way. With about 15 minutes to spare in either direction, I headed back onto the highway after service to work my five hour closing shift at Caribou.
The wild way that walking by faith can feel had me finding comfort in Sia’s Chandelier by this afternoon, echoing a thought I’d had in church yesterday . . . don’t take my eyes off the glory. It really is one step, one day at a time sometimes. Tides & strides.
but I’m holding on for dear lifeChandelier | Sia
won’t look down, won’t open my eyes
keep my glass full until morning light
’cause I’m just holding on for tonight
Like the photos that fill my iPhone from fits of inspiration, I find that I must edit my thoughts as a way of digesting them. That’s what sleep does, and I haven’t had enough. But like food, some is better than none. Besides sleep, I need to sit and stare and think deeply . . . actually look at the notes I takes from sermons . . let the seeds of God’s word sit deep in me. In thinking through the metaphor of ‘deeper’, I saw that seeds are meant to sink. But once watered, they’re supposed to come up higher. You’re supposed to see ripe and robust fruit that comes from a deep-grown root.
This time of year and its morning hues refresh me. The heavens declare the glory of my God and so do I.