Some seasons of life are harder than others. It has been my experience that the hard seasons are usually spread apart enough that one might take the time to recover in between. For the past few years, this hasn’t been the case for me. And I’ve also had to watch others close to me endure similar or worse experiences. Before I can evolve and accept and digest some new emotionally/physically/financially challenging situation, another one comes along, like a dog pile of drama that is stacking higher and higher.
I am so grateful to God that He remains steadfast and faithful, regardless of my ability or inability to deal.
In two recent events, God spoke to my heart, in a deep, silent, timeless way.
The first was when I witnessed the solar eclipse totality. If the moon were any smaller and further away, the light would be too overwhelming to notice the darkness of the moon as it passed. If the moon were any bigger or closer, the perfectly brilliant white silky strands of sunlight would be covered. The moon and the sun are precisely the proper distance and size from the perspective of the observers on this planet to create an incredible spectacle, leaving one in awe that despite his/her small and seemingly insignificant place in all things, the cosmic forces aligned precisely, as if it were no coincidence, to create a holy moment. In that moment, God said, “I love you and you matter to me.” And He wasn’t just talking to me. He was talking to the every sentient, created being that has ever or will ever exist. We live and die with purpose.
The second was when Hurricane Irma passed, leaving a path of destruction behind. The strange groaning and moaning and crashing and scratching of the storm punctuating the night felt so fabricated. As someone living next door to Disney World for four decades, truly impressive things always seem staged somehow. But when the morning light came, I saw tree trunks, big enough around that I could hug them and not be able to touch my fingertips around the other side, literally ripped apart and strewn about like a monolithic pile of pick-up sticks or pulled up from the roots and toppled over like giant weeds pulled from a flower garden. Even though the storm was over and aside from the generators, some silence and calm came, the world still felt like an angry, scary place. But then, after experiencing a series of small acts of kindness from neighbors and strangers looking out for each other and hearing stories from others who saw the same, God said, “See… Thou shalt love one another.” And He wasn’t giving a command. He was making a promise, that when all is said and done, we will love one another, indeed.
In the meantime, this season rages on.