Sun pours in through the windows. Grainy video footage of the sixties movements march across our TV screen. My teens sprawl long-legged across the living room floor, munching lunch in history class. In the back yard outside, white rags of surrender blow from my wire raspberry fences.
A green dinosaur scrambles up on my lap, leaning his head sleepily against me. Plush fabric dino horns brush my cheek as my four year old cuddles in.
Throughout the afternoon, homework crises rise and fall, emails are sent, and laundry mounds high, yet the sun still pours in rich and warm. My Bible spills open across the scratched cherry wood table, the same table my husband grew up around as a child. Stealing over in quiet moments, I grab verses here, nuggets there.
“’I will strengthen them in the Lord and in his name they will walk,’ declares the Lord.”
Earlier in the chapter while relating stories of rescue, the writer declares: “Their children will see it and be joyful; their hearts will rejoice in the Lord.”
The sun spills across my kitchen floor, and floods into my living room, lighting up the jade and banana palm.
“I will strengthen them in the Lord, and in his name they will walk…”
We can see his rescue stories written across time, with hearts that rejoice in Him.
Light through the window clip art courtesy of Microsoft clip art.