After a certain number of birthdays, we begin to see the spontaneous beauty of the life God gives us each day, and we begin to appreciate it’s unique pattern …
After a certain number of birthdays, we marvel at our own Original Design and find joy, not in perfection, but in each brush stroke of God’s heart.”
Believe it or not, that’s from a Hallmark birtday card, one of the many I received this weekend. I celebrated my sixtieth year of living, and am still reveling in the wonder of it all. It was truly a spiritual experience, as I enjoyed each brush stroke from God’s heart. You know, we often miss the spiritual wonder that is right in front of us.
I am reminded of a beautiful morning, some years ago. I was in the chapel of Holy Cross Church in Orlando, and the sun was putting on an amazing show, as it tried to find it’s way through a large stained glass window behind the altar. Dazzling jewels of color danced on people – crimson hair, golden cheeks, azure hands and royal purple faces. I was in utter amazement at the paintbrush, when next to me, a rather large woman announces in a not-so-quiet whisper, “You’d think they’d get a shade for that thing.”
We both saw the same thing, but through different eyes. How often is a spiritual gift right in front of us, but our hearts are not open to receive it? Will you miss yours today? Or will you be looking for His brush strokes?
What a great time to be sixty.