My 6:30am flight from Waco, Texas, had just reached the Dallas/Fort Worth airport. Thankfully, there was plenty of time to catch my connecting flight home to Atlanta. I was grateful for the extra time since this particular airport is a huge sprawling maze of trams, gates, and multiple terminals; a place where unfamiliarity is not helpful.
Feeling exhausted, I trudged through the airport in high hopes of finding a Starbucks. I reasoned that a stiff brew of a Caffe’ Verona would heighten my already challenged sense of direction preventing me from getting hopelessly lost in this intimidating airport. As I ordered, I noticed how weary all of the travelers looked dragging luggage, strollers, shopping and computer bags, and burdened hearts.
Most of us don’t travel or live lightly…
Needing to change concourses, I boarded the tram and clumsily plopped down. Resisting the urge to close my heavy-laden eyelids, I happened to turn towards the window and looked up to see the sun bursting forth over the eastern horizon, exuberantly announcing the dawn of a new day.
It was breathtaking- exhilarating. God’s skillful hands were splashing a masterpiece of varying shades of pink and fiery red across the canvas of the northern Texas sky.
Truly, it was a display of His majesty. His goodness. His generosity.
My languishing spirit was infused with a burst of joy. The wonder of that beautiful sunrise brought a fresh perspective; the consuming issues surrounding the day were losing the weightiness of their importance.
I was reminded that God sees. God cares. God loves. He is always in pursuit of my heart, always wooing me to Him. He is bigger than anything I will ever face.
Friend, the same is true for you.
I’m so grateful I looked up that morning. How often do I miss these grand gestures of love as I drown in the swirling current of my own thoughts? I get so consumed by all the struggles that plague me. They are legitimate, but, my preoccupation prevents me from recognizing God’s presence in the midst these struggles. I lose my vertical vision, grasping only for earthly horizontal solutions to my problems. I settle for second best.
I hear God whisper, “ Look up my child. I’m bigger than you know.”
When we look up and watch the movements of the sky, we learn about the generous nature of our Creator. The sky speaks its own expansive love language that can be heard and understood by an open searching heart. The vastness of the sky points to the One who can hold all of the questions, burdens, and problems that the human heart was never meant to bear. When we look up we know there is more….
Friend, imagine that long before dawn when your head is still on the pillow asleep, God is thinking of you as He paints the sunrise, “For I know the thoughts, I think toward you” (Jeremiah 29:11a, KJV). Maybe He intentionally tucks an extra shade of pink in His sunrise because He knows it will delight you. His heart longs to show you His goodness. You just have to look up. Ralph Waldo Emerson says, “The sky is the daily bread of the eyes.”
Scripture of the Day:
The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims His handiwork. Day to day pours out speech, and night reveals knowledge. (Psalm 19:1-2)
Father God, thank You for the beauty of the sky. It brings comfort and delight. It lifts our weary spirits. It is evidence of Your expansive heart of love, generosity, and goodness. Thank You, for providing wonder to our burdened hearts. We love You. Amen.
Author: Maryanne Abbate