I woke up late this morning after staying up late last night being empowered, entertained and stretched (in my dancing skills) by the most amazing teenagers at a leadership camp. We laughed, we cried, we learned and we shared. Instead of my usual 4am rise, I rolled over only to see 5am staring back at me. Still, in my delayed rising, I didn’t rush. Something in me didn’t want to rush, but simply embrace the moment and all of its unfamiliarity. I took my time pulling out one of the best older sundresses I have and a blazer to match. I took my time applying my Wet n Wild coordinating eyeshadow, while taking great care to make sure my coif was cute. I made sure my oatmeal was ready to go, got in about 15 minutes of worship with my Pandora “Richard Smallwood” station and I proceeded to head to another day doing what I love to do.
Because of my tardiness I was able to see something I don’t often see in the mornings. I saw the sun. My normal morning drive frequently consists of an occassional family of deer, ducks who can be heard quacking, but not seen splashing, the neighborhood rabbit, a lot of squinting to make sure a leaf is a leaf and not a turtle, and the three dogs that hang out at O’Dark Thirty along the stretch leading out of my area. This morning however was different. I saw the sun.
Through clouds as intimidating as the Ghostbusters “Stay Puft Marshmallow Man”, I could see rays of light. Rather than having to safely and slowly maneuver my way through a glob of visual nothingness I could see luscious green trees, two red birds frolicking, a clear path ahead and I could see the sun.
Last night, right in the middle of my country line dance instructions I received a text message from a dear loved one that nearly sent me to my knees, and not because I wasn’t used to exercising so much energy on the dance floor. The message was a call for prayer for healing. This morning while driving and choosing to focus on the sun rather than the clouds I was reminded that it’s through the unusual (like waking up late), or in the midst of dark days (like most of my mornings driving into town), or following the unexpected (like the text message) that the Son truly, truly shines. Instantly I was reminded that God’s word is true. By His stripes we are healed, and according to our faith be it done unto us. My God is a healer and He has never failed. The initial feeling in my stomach when I saw the text message was that very similar to one I would get as a child when I was in trouble or afraid. My tummy initially went into a tiny tailspin. This morning, tossing my regular routine out of the window and being able to take time to see the sun was a reminder of the power of the Son.
My God, who specializes in miracles, signs and wonders, was not caught off guard by the news received yesterday. And He is well able to provide a breakthrough in my loved ones life just like He allowed the sun to peek through those clouds. He said He could. I believe He will. It’s no wonder the Lord allowed me to dance the night away last night. I feel it was preparations for a celebration, dah-lings!