Show me another, Lord! Show me another!

Bolts of light cross and traverse the sky, without boundaries, without leashes; they part the air with such power that the air molecules rip apart creating sound waves we call thunder. The magnitude of velocity brightens the horizons for mere tenths of seconds before darkness envelopes again. Traces are sketched on our pupils and for seconds afterwards, the act of blinking repeatedly brings the image to bear again in our mind.

Watching the firework displays of the heavens on earth somehow never fails to shrink me down to size. Every time Pikes Peak and the mountains to my west get silhouetted by spider fingers of light, I feel like a kid again. I want to crawl into a big blanket (the kind that smell like the trunk of your car) and just stare at the heavens. I watch and wait. I wonder and anticipate. Then just when my eyes are weary of searching the skies I see a flash out of the corner of my eye and as I turn, something stirs in my soul.

God throws down bolts of light with specific purpose and plan. While I sit on the edge of my seat with expectation and question of what will happen next, God is weaving and working in his firework display. In forest fires he rejuvenates the land to regenerate. Through the movement of molecules in the dark milieu of the atmosphere, He fashions weather patterns and cycles. With His artful display He practically and poignantly demonstrates His preeminence in Creation. While we see balls of fire thrown in seeming disorder and chaos, He sees to the direction of every point of ever tip of every burning arrow. As I consider His magnficence, all I can whisper is, "Ewww. Show me another Lord, show me another." Isn't that my life in all reality? A firework display of God working miracles as I watch. It seems harder to trust in real life, to know that each piercing work of God is directed and ordained. Yet, as I sit and contemplate His purposeful handiwork in Creation and all the golden lightning rays of my past, I grin in thinking of my future and say, "Show me another, Lord. Show me another!"

Not Grateful Enough

While I have much, I expect much more out of life. In fact, I have realized of late that I expect too much and am not grateful enough for what I have.

By that I mean that... I think I have questioned God with Him not having given me at least two lives to live. That sounds strange, I know. Yet in my always managing to fill up with too many things, I have begun to realize that somewhere in me deep down is the resentment that I have not been given more lives to live. There is indeed so very much that I want to do and accomplish... so many needs and pain and hurt in the world... that I want to do and fix it all.

I am faced daily with the reality that I am finite. However I fight my limited nature far too often. I WOULD be... a teacher, an aerospace engineer, photographer, journalist, multi-linguist, nurse, and doctor. Hahaha. Oh but for the limits of time I would fill all the seats in Congress, too!

God perpetually reminds me of my frailty and humanity. Watching a movie last night called, "In the Shadow of the Moon", about astronauts, was humorous in how I was again reminded that ordinary people do extraordinary things. It's not like I need to do a million things.... but when my heart's set on glorifying God that one thing fills an eternity with a life well-lived.

May I be so content to live this ONE life well. To live meekly, humbly, resolutely even. I can't resent not having more lives to live. I must rest in the sovereign grace that this undeserving wretch got more life, in having been given one breath even, than she ever could deserve.

How could I fault God in lavishing me so much as it is?!