There is such beauty in the everyday.
If we only have eyes to see it.
And the longer I am incarcerated in the house, the more I yearn for sights beyond my four walls.
Even though I detest spiders, shrieking and screaming at their appearance, their webs fascinate me.
Gossamer threads strung pure as pearls with strength belying their fragile appearance.
Fine silken cords with hooks to ensnare the unsuspecting, creating a web of deception, a hiding-place for the unwary, a chasm to flex and fix its victim securely.
Intricately laced design that delights the eyes even as they scan for the dark horror lurking within. Yes, I can wax lyrical even over a spider’s web!
And whenever I have an opportunity, I take a picture and create a memory album of life. Going outside my door is a big event these days. I breathe deep, gulping in air like it’s going out of fashion, set my gaze on sky or earth and view it all with new eyes.
As an inept amateur, my shaky-handed shots are far from Pinterest perfect.
But they stir a deep well of appreciation inside.
Looking back I see seasons shift. Remember brief spasms of sun on my face. Lush green land and bright blue sky. Breeze and clouds moving.
Colour and life in plant and tree. Ducks waddling and canoeists cresting the waves.
Life going on in its own sweet way.
A natural, undisturbed rhythm. Inviting a pause to appreciate the scenes before us.
A constantly changing panorama that shouts out loud, proclaiming glory and a hymn of perpetual praise to our Creator God.
I’ve spent so long this year in cloistered dark, walled up in my own home like a prisoner of circumstances. Kept bound by chronic illness, pain, and permanent, profound fatigue.
Sheltered by hypersensitivity aversion to more than minimal light and noise.
Winter beckons and threatens to entomb me further.
I live more from my inner world more than the outer. And it needs a balance.
We are made to be part of life’s rich tapestry and be set apart for God’s purposes.
To marry the mundane with the miraculous, linger at ordinary and find the extraordinary, give out to others and see grace abounding, scent the seasons shifting and savour the fragrance of Christ in this world.
We were born to live with one foot in the world and the other in God’s kingdom.
One eye on the temporal and temporary and another on the eternal and permanent.
The natural and supernatural worlds interweave as strands in a web; they co-join and coalesce in a cosmic dance.
We are never more fully human and fully alive than when our spiritual senses are attuned and vibrant and our physical senses are alert to the pulse of life around us.
Our lives can feel as web:fragile, holey, gossamer-fine, prone to snagging and snapping, intricately woven yet with power to entangle, strangling potential and promise.
It can be hard to see them whole. We are tripartite beings – soul, spirit and body – all parts that have life of their own and co-exist together, though seldom in perfect harmony.
In trying our best to connect them, seeking to be wholly aware, alert and active in one area as in another, we may be in a place where we see darkly now but clarity and light will eventually come.
I may not have had my feet washed recently or been the recipient of freely given help and kindness from a random stranger showing Christ’s servant-hearted love, but I have had my eyes, soul and spirit washed by grace of a different kind.
There is a hunger deep inside for more.
More of life. More of love. More of grace. More of God.
And even though my life is somewhat limited by having M.E, I want to see through spiritual, emotional and physical eyes, to sense, absorb, capture and record the world around me ~ then paint pictures with my words.
To see life and to see it whole. Then to pass on that gift to others. Wash them with awareness, open eyes and open hearts to be tuned in to God’s love surrounding them.