Metaphoric, Meteoric God Moments!

It happened in church last Sunday.  One of those “Not-To-Be-Mistaken” and “Always-To-Be-Remembered” God Moments.

My heart had already been softened by the music.  Each note making its way through the “cracks” in the walls around my heart. Sprouting into bloom, like the plants I see growing through garden walls and patios.  Rugged, indomitable plants… growing in places where there should only be concrete and grout.

“But encourage one another daily, as long as it is called “Today,” so that none of you may be hardened by sin’s deceitfulness.”  (Hebrews 3:113)

My heart melted in the warmth of the sermon’s Truths.  What had been under a “hard freeze” became a puddle of water. Water that was still… and then, moving.  Bubbling.  Then boiling… with passion. Turning into steam… shooting heavenward, to meet the Maker of the heat that had brought it to Life.

“I remind you to fan into flame the gift of God, which is in you… For the Spirit God gave us does not make us timid, but gives us power, love and self-discipline.”  (2 Timothy 1:6-7)

You were with me, Lord.  Right there… right then.  In an undeniable and irresistible way.  I closed my eyes, floating on the bliss that lifts an eagle’s wings and enables her to soar above The Fray of Life… and see forever.

“… those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength.  They will soar on wings like eagles…”  (Isaiah 40:31) 

My heart healed, one more layer, when I looked up and saw… a white butterfly.

How high is our sanctuary ceiling, Lord? Twenty feet?  Thirty?  That’s how tall the two trees are that flank the altar.  Two trees filled with white ornaments of various kinds. But as I opened my eyes from my reverie, I saw only one.

The Butterfly.  Symbol of the radical, impossible, Wonder-FULL transformations You have taken me through so far.  Symbol of the ones yet to come.

There are scores of ornaments on those trees, Lord.  Most are duplicated many times.  But there was only one Butterfly.  I know, because I scoured those trees with my eyes.  I could have looked anywhere when I opened my eyes.  But You had directed my line of sight.  So I would see that one ornament.

Then, I realized why… and smiled the kind of smile that comes like Dawn to any Dark Night of the Soul.

There was only one Butterfly… and You caused me to see it.  Because this was one of those “Not-To-Be-Mistaken” and “Always-To-Be-Remembered” God Moments.  Metaphoric… and Meteoric!

“With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.”  (Matthew 19:26)

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Abba’s Girl

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