I was driving on almost empty, wondering if the cashier would look at me funny when I handed her four dollars and fifty cents to put into pump eight. She did, but she had pink hair so I figured we were even. That was two weeks ago. Wednesday, a friend handed me a gift of twenty-four dollars and as I counted the cash, I couldn’t help but chuckle. I will be twenty-four in little over a month and hopefully by then, will have also been handed a B.A. degree.
How on earth did twenty-four come so quickly?
I remember being fifteen racing through the fields and reading the skies as if they were a map to the rest of my life. They were the part of our farm landscape I couldn’t figure out. And yet, though the skies puzzled me, they were glorious and brought hope to some of the least understood days. The skies, they were like the treasure pirates spend their whole lives trying to find. They held such mystery and adventure, especially when the sky turned dark. I can’t fully explain it, but the darkest of skies causes my being to rise and meet God. For it is in the moments of life I do not understand, God begins to make the most sense. Because without the dark, there would be no need for light.
“Let there be light.”
There is nothing quite like when God wakes the morning and tucks in the night. His sun and His moon have become pointers for me. They map out God’s glory and show me consistency. For tomorrow when I wake, I know there will still be questions I do not have answers too, but I also know I don’t have to wonder if the sky is still in place. And tonight when I go to sleep, I may wonder about the pulled roots of where I come from, but I don’t have to wonder if the sky is still in place. You see, though the weather may come and go, the sky is always there. And though life gets shaken and thrown, the King of Glory is still on His throne.
I was born into chaos. And yet, by grace. Grace by the One who spoke the sky into being. And by that kind of grace I was protected from becoming that chaos. I don’t know how. I don’t know why. But I do know the sky continues to teach me how much life is a gift. And at nearly twenty-four years of age, I am preparing for graduation. Preparing for a moment some people told me would never come. Statistically given my background, they are right. But God is greater than that.
If I had to hold up the sky, I would have given up a long time ago.
But God holds up the sky and that holds up me.
“The morning watch is essential. You must not face the day until you have faced God, nor look into the face of others until you have looked into His. You cannot expect to be victorious, if the day begins only in your own strength.” – L. B. Cowman