Face In the Son

He called to me this morning...."choose me, precious daughter."

I didn't want to.  I wanted to grab my phone, cruise social media, and eat my breakfast mindlessly.

Choose me....

Ok, Lord.  I choose you.  I'm sorry, really I am.  I like you a whole lot - why is it always so hard for me to choose you?

The feathery pages slide open to the Psalms, and I read aloud.  I like filling my house with His Word. I feel safer with His living Words vibrating the walls, if only with my small voice.  It's my way of saying, "Get away, Enemy.  You have no place here.  This home, this heart, this mind is filled with The Son."

My family is at school and work, so I am free.  I grab the speaker that makes the big chest vibrating sound, and crank it up.  Worship music fills the room....fills my heart....I choose you this morning, Lord.

It's a frigid winter morning, and I've fought a chill since shivering my way out of my warm covers.  As the music plays, the sun finally blazes through the morning haze and through my back window.  It feels amazing and warm and consuming.  It warms the right side of my body, the side facing the window....but I want it on my face.  I scoot my chair a bit closer to the window, and move around until the sun shines past the edge of my house and onto my face.  There....this is my warm place...right here with the sun on my face.

And then it hits me....the physical position required for me to get the sun on my face was a strange one...I had to sort of hunch down, bow my head, and turn my head toward the window.  It's the only way the sun could reach around the gutter on the outside of my house to find me.

I had to bow my head.

I've often wondered at the fact that we call that big bright thing in our sky "sun".  Is it coincidence?  If so, it's a mighty one!

Our entire being on this planet circles that sun.
The sun gives us heat and energy.
No single thing could live without it's rays.
Even when we can't see it, not a person on earth doubts that it's still there.
It is our center, our source of energy and sustenance, our light.

Our light.

Our light that must sometimes reach around the dark edges to find my face.  Our light that drives out the chill and darkness just by being present.

And today....the light that required me to bow my head.

No - I don't believe in coincidence.  I can't help but think of how all of this physical creation reflects something about God.

Sometimes it's hard to see because of the filth....the brokenness...the litter....the death....it can be hard to see God in creation unless you're really looking for it.  But not when it comes to the sun.  Could there be a more pure unadulterated piece of creation? It's maybe the one piece of creation that wasn't damaged by the Fall...the sun...another coincidence?  Ha!

Today I will seek another Light....The Son.

My entire being revolves around Him.
He is my life's force and energy.
Without Him, I am gone.  He holds me together with a thought.
Even when I can't see or feel Him, He is there.  He never leaves me.
He is my center.
My sustenance.
My light.

I choose you, Lord.  I bow my head and long for your light on my face.  Meet me here, Father and be my everything.

"For since the creation of the world God's invisible qualities - His eternal power and divine nature - have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are without excuse." Romans 1:20