He’s In It All

Today I am granted an oasis of quiet–a winter white calm, when God reveals to my stilled heart. Studies in gratitude– the smallness of humanity and the bigness of God turn my face, once again. He speaks, calling my heart as I walk by His side.  We abide together, in today.

And what He says is this:

I see. I am in it. Do you see me? Do you see me working? In the small and the big, I am there…and there is more to this than you see.

There is more to a storm than the raging winds, the ice that coats and freezes all in a frame of crystal. Reaching miles wide, fat flakes and heavy winds—I am there.

 The heaving seas and whirl of wind that batters and uproots is more.

Hearts of passion, rising up, changing seats of human position. I am in it. Do you see? There are like battles staged in the heavenly places. Do you see the struggle? Stay on My side.

Insidious creeping of mutated cells, evil tendrils spreading, failing muscles, aging skin. I am there. Sin is real, and fall is real, but I am there, in it all.

I have learned by watching, zooming in on the lives and events He chose to preserve in His word, that God is deliberate. Nothing is called into existence without purpose. As He laid the plan for His earthly dwelling place, the tabernacle, each supply selected meant more than what it seemed–each one reflecting something of His nature, His character, His purpose for us.

Jesus revealed to us the intricate ties between the spiritual and physical. Such lessons laid before us! Do we see? Will we learn?

If there is more to a fallen seed, taking root in fertile soil or cracked stone, than there is more in a storm, more in political upheaval, more in the spreading and healing of physical disease.

If there is more to a lily, well-dressed and glorious, than there is more also, to a drop of water clinging to a leaf, a shimmer of crystal on a windowsill, a sunbeam bathing a corner in light. There is more, then, to piles of laundry, chocolate smiles on little faces, wagging tails.  There is more, then, to all of this.

We who are so finite, whose limited mind can only understand the physical, must lift our eyes to the visual that God uses to train our hearts to the spiritual. What battles rage beyond our experience and understanding, as souls and hearts are fought over? What joys are wrought and expressed through color and sight and sound–roaring thunder of waterfall, unbridled giggle of babe. What nature of Jehovah is revealed in a starfish or storm, human friendship, or conflict?

Feeble attempts I have made today, to pay attention and see, to know and abide …

God is power, and jealous and peace and love, at the same time. While ice encrusted limbs bow low and stop busy, somewhere, someone is warm on a hillside, stroking a beast full of life, enjoying the green and growing. He is all of this.

…Human hearts cry out for change. Human leaders cannot satisfy and discontent runs deep. In this lies opportunity and mission. He moves in this.

God is quiet and sound. He is calm and active, and each has its season.

…Sometimes God must stop us, because we do not stop ourselves, to abide, to depend.

Joy runs deep, and surely He laughs at the prancing puppy who is belly deep in snow and wears a mustache of flakes!

He is warm summer days, vibrant tropical leaves—seasons of life and growth—and also slowed times of rest, when drifts pile high and winds hail strong against the doors.

In all, through all, beyond all, He is.

Discovering this, daily, in the big and the small, the newsworthy and the mundane, is our adventure in abiding.

Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they neither toil or spin; yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Matthew 6:28,29

To you has been given the secret of the kingdom of God…Mark 4 1-12

The heavens declare the glory of God and the firmament proclaims His handiwork. Psalm 19:1

About An Earthen Vessel--Terri Apgar

Wife of one, mother of three, so grateful for God's grace--that's me. I'm just tucked into my bay window, opening my heart to God and trying to be brave about letting Him use all that He has crafted inside me to His glory.
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