I’ve been wanting to sum up the last few weeks of my life for a while now, but I haven’t had the words until right now. Here it is: deeply sweet, like suck your cheeks in, teeth hurting kind of sweet. The kind of sweetness that makes you wonder whether it’s sugar or crack in the dish kind of sweet. And I think that sweetness is just getting started.
I have laughed more until my sides hurt and my eyes tear far more than I deserve. I have eaten way too much ice cream and burnt my body laying by the water. I have sat with friends who were more like family and cast vision and traded stories. And you know what all that chalks up to: beholding.
I picked that word for my year, 2019, the year to behold. And finally, 8 months in and I’m starting to see it. At first I thought it was mountaintop experiences, the places to see God were high and far away and hard to reach. But as I’ve started searching for it, I’m beginning to see its right here.
Conversations between friends.
Dreams of Africa.
Really good ice cream.
Windows down country music car rides.
Lazy days winding down the Cape Fear.
Post water balloon fight popsicles on the porch.
I’m seeing that God has given us space to behold himself right here right now. We just have to give him that: space. Breath to move and weave throughout the fabric that is our lives. We tend to cram it full of stuff instead of full of grace. And the biggest difference in the last few weeks isn’t the fun things I’ve been doing. It’s the laser focus on the sweetness, the depth of grace I’ve seen in the word around me.
Do you see it? The grace upon grace that has been poured out on you, on your life, on your world? It’s there. I pray you go and behold it.