Signs and Wonders #2

As for Mary, she treasured all these things and pondered them in her heart.*

In these words I hear an invitation to notice and to savor the unfolding moments of the day, to welcome and to sit comfortably with life's mysteries.

I've always been amazed to hear people declare, with an air of certainty, what is, was, and will be . . . especially when this analysis involves the character or motivation of another person.

It seems to me we bleach our world of color and nuance when we insist that our way of seeing is the only way.

I wonder. Am I limiting aspects of my world to stark black and white? Am I missing the invitation to expand my awareness? To see as others see? To explore and absorb the lavish abundance of a full-color life?

*Luke 2:19

Signs and Wonders

You blind-sided me, God! I expected an inspiring Word and quiet
reflection. Instead, the scripture ripped open an old wound from the
past. I thought it was already healed, but I was wrong. The pain of
rebuke and rejection was there, fresh and keen. And then I got angry and
confused. What was this about? Why bring it up again? I wrote
furiously in my journal. As usual, writing calmed my thoughts and
opened my heart. It was as though a gentle voice was saying, 'It is
because I love you. I'm making a new creation. Beauty for ashes.'