There she was. I met her in this same place one year ago. I had not seen her nor talked with her since.
But I loved her just the same.
She was — is — my Forever Sister. And she had come yesterday as Your Ambassador, Lord. Boldly telling people about You without uttering a single word. Because she had painted her testimony on canvas. Striking images of You… reaching out to the world with Your Love.
And we all know: A picture paints a thousand words.
“The Word became flesh and made His dwelling among us. We have seen His glory, the glory of the One and Only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth.” (John 1:14)
We were at the annual “Taste of the Mountains” event in Madison, our closest town. Main Street was full-to-overflowing with craft booths, musicians, magicians, horses and food booths and food booths and food booths. Even a wine tasting tent. And more than a few visitors… buying and eating and drinking.
And there was my Forever Sister. In the center of it all. Offering the Nourishment of all nourishment to all who would stop to partake.
“I am the Bread of Life. Whoever comes to Me will never go hungry and whoever believes in Me will never be thirsty.” (John 6:35)
We began our conversation where we had ended it a year ago. As if only one breath had separated us instead of 365 days. That’s how it is with Family… isn’t it, Lord?
“He came to that which was His own, but His own did not receive Him. Yet to all who did receive Him, to those who believed in His name, He gave the right to become children of God.” (John 1:11-12)
I still don’t know her name. But we both know Yours, Lord. The Name above her name… and my name… and every name.
“He humbled Himself by becoming obedient to death — even death on a cross! Therefore God exalted Him to the highest place and gave Him the name that is above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow… and every tongue acknowledge that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.” (Philippians 2:8-11)
You spoke volumes to at least one visitor yesterday… didn’t You, Lord? He didn’t know Your name… yet. He stood in front of my Sister’s booth for the longest time… staring at her paintings of You. He didn’t say a word. Maybe he didn’t dare interrupt You.
You were the Tastiest Treat in the mountains yesterday. But through that one Treat, Lord, at least for my Sister and me… You made our day! I hope that man with no words is saying the same tonight…
… and savoring the same Truth.
“Taste and see that the Lord is good.” (Psalm 34:8)
Joyfully and Forever Yours…