. We could all use a little of that.
I clicked the SEND button, and shouted, “Hallelujah! Amen! Woo Hoo!” at the top of my lungs! I wonder if you heard it?
So now I’m back to the business of blogging a bit more regularly…and enjoying the summer.
Don’t you just love summer! My friends Gwen, Lisa, and Bill joined Steve and I for a shrimp boil at my home. We spread out the steamed shrimp and then made a glorious mess as we shucked and ate one tasty morsel after another.
After dinner Gwen and I challenged Bill and Lisa to a paddleboat race across the lake. “Oh, we’ll cream you guys,” Bill boasted as he and his paddling partner accepted the challenge. He puffed up, knowing that victory was eminent. He was pumped.
I pointed to Bill to one of our two vessels. “Here, you take this one.”
“Fine with me,” he said, self-assured.
My husband, with a knowing smile, signaled for the race to begin. Off we went. Bill and Lisa paddled furiously and pulled out ahead. While Bill had his eye on the finish line across the lake, I turned around in my seat and lowered our secret weapon. Unbeknownst to Bill, our boat had a silent, hidden, battery-powered bass motor. I dropped the motor, flipped the switch, and in no time we passed our competitors and left them in our tiny wake. While Bill and Lisa paddled frantically like milkmaids churning butter, Gwen and I sliced through the water like a hot knife through cream.
Bill was confused. We were tickled.
Of course, Gwen and I won the race. We made it to the opposite shore in half the time of our confused competition. As we turned the boat around and headed back toward a befuddled Bill, I called out. “Oh, I forgot to mention that our boat has a battery powered motor!”
He headed right toward us and splashed us good fashion.
Gwen and I paddled back to home base, but Bill and Lisa stayed in the middle of the lake as the sun began to sink and streak the evening sky with the handiwork of God. Orange, magenta and red filled the heavenly expanse. Geese conversed. Crickets chirped. Cicadas sang. Deep throated frogs gave bass notes to natures melody. The moon rose and reflected its face in the water as the mass of summer musicians celebrated season. And right smack dab in the middle of the lake sat two of God’s children awe struck. Captivated. And you know what? I was captivated by watching their response to God’s glory.
Isn’t that the way of glory? As we see others living and moving and having their being in Jesus, we want it too. As we sense their sacred in-loveness, we long for the same passionate intimacy with God in our own lives.
Don’t be surprised if your moments of sudden glory cause others to tug on your shirtsleeve with hungry eyes and want to know more. Tell them! Oh how I pray that you will tell them! Tell them of the moments of sudden glory that brim in a woman’s heart that lives and moves and has her being in Christ. Tell them of glory moments strewn about by God’s willing hand for eyes to see, ears to hear, hearts to embrace. What an amazing truth: God uses me and you to open hungry eyes to recognize His presence all around – to glorify Him – to make His presence known.
I pray that you will have a wonderful summer chocked-full of wonderstruck moments with God! That’s my plan.
Do you have special moment of sudden glory? If so I’d love to hear it. Just click comment and share your story.