| | It's 5:35am, and I'm about to retire for the night, but I wanted to jot down a quick thought before I fell asleep.
Since I was staying up late, a friend of mine told me to check out the Perseid meteor shower between 2am-5am. I said I'd finish my work by 4:30am so I could go up to the 4th floor of Piedmont where I'd hopefully catch a handful of shooting stars.
Unfortunately, the night sky directly above me was really cloudy so I couldn't see anything. But what I could see was the ocean and the bay in the distance, the SF city lights, and just about everything in between. Some of it was shrouded in early morning fog, but the view honestly wasn't half-bad. I actually liked it, and I didn't mind so much not being able to see the Perseid showers tonight. I wasn't shown the light from the stars that I'd hoped to see, but my attention was instead pointed to the beautiful city lights before me.
Often times, that's really how God speaks to me: I go in expecting one thing, and He surprises me with something that's pretty different from my expectations. And I like that. Because not only is it amazing that my God is speaking to ME, it trains me to open my eyes and ears in attentive new ways that allow me to see and hear things of God in ways that I might have not been able to before.
Just how big is God's voice? Big enough to be heard in all corners of the Earth. But you have to know what you're listening for in order to hear what is being spoken to you. How big are His hands? Big enough to hold the whole world, right? He's got the whole world in His hands. His fingerprints are on everything everywhere, including gifts He intended to be yours. But you have to see God's hand in all things before you can see that which God has specifically crafted for you. I don't know if I'm making sense, but it makes sense in my head and that's all that matters this late (or early). Good nigh- er, morning.
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| | Posted 8/12/2008 4:49 AM - 74 Views
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