This week God has repeatedly sent me flowers.
Not actual flowers, mind you, but I’ve still gotten the message loud and clear.
– There was a stormy night where I drank in the pots of liquid gold streaming from half a dozen rainbows.
– There was the luscious iced chai drink Shauna brought me today after work. Yum.
– There was the Father’s day card from Joel that reached right through my ribcage and touched my heart.
– There was the waterfall pounding a pocked channel through twenty feet of ice and snow in the mountains.
– There was the family of Mountain Sheep, twenty strong, shedding the winter layer of fur along the side of the road.
– There was a sunset that redefined the word ‘glory’ in my vocabulary.
By the way, at least one of those rainbows was just for me.
Arrogant, you say? Not really. Rainbows are jewels of refracted light only visible from certain vantage points. You can’t see it from behind, or the side, or even when you get too ‘close.’ So I was walking through a field in the middle of nowhere and a rainbow arced perfectly over my path. I was at just the right angle. There was no one else around. It was just for me.
Still struggling with this concept? Try Elizabeth, mother of John the Baptist. When she found out that she was pregnant with the prophet who would prepare the way for the Savior of the world, she said, “The Lord has done this for me.” Twice she says that. For me. For her. And she was right.
Yes, there was more going on there than a barren woman’s heart’s desire being filled. It was about the whole world. I get that, and I think she did too. But our God is so personal, so intimate, that it was also about her personally — not in a generic, “I am one of millions” way, either. Isn’t that cool?
My advice? Take things personally. Look around. God may have delivered some flowers in unlikely packages lately…
Just for you.