What You Have That We Don’t
It’s not that I was ignoring him.
|Photo: Anne Ostsee, Creative Commons, cc license|
I looked up as he said my name, and I smiled and nodded.
“Mom? See the sunrise? Look.” My six year old Daniel pointed out the dining room deck window.
“Yeah, I see it! So pretty, huh?” I grinned and looked back down at my notes. Violet and coral stained a navy blue morning sky, outlining naked spring trees against the horizon.
“No, Mom. LOOK! See?” and Daniel tapped my arm, pointing again out through the glass door to the sunrise he could see from the far end of the table.
From two chairs away, I glanced again outside, and nodded at him. “Yep, I see it. It’s pretty.”
Suddenly, I understood. He wanted me to come see the sunrise from his perspective. Moving three feet down the table, I stood beside him, and peered out at the morning sky. And the contrast was striking!
Sharp tangerines and purples sliced open the sky in vivid, brilliant color. From this angle, the sunrise wasn’t demure or quiet, but a raucous riot of hues. Oranges, purples, magentas, and pinks shot from behind our neighbor’s garage roof, streaking up the sky.
Daniel was right. The view from his side of the dining room table was extraordinary, and I had almost missed it.
|Photo Credit: Set Apart Conference twitter feed|
This last weekend, eight hundred-or-so women came together for the thirty-third annual Set Apart Conference, hosted by the University of Northwestern-St. Paul. For two days, we spent time together in worship, time together learning from keynote speakers Kelly Minter and Alecia Williamson Garcia, and learning from workshops speakers, (where I was honored to speak too). What I encountered again and again reminds me of Daniel’s sunrises…
We all have vantage points to see God at work in our lives, and the views can be spectacular. We are missing out on the fullest picture, though, until we take the time to step into another’s angle of sight. Seeing their stories of God at work, hearing your tales of God artistically weaving life events, opens us up to vivid displays.
Your job? My job? To speak out our stories, describing the beauty of God at work from our vantage point, and then to walk around the tables to learn from each other, to see what majesty He has splashed across your angles of the sky too. He is an always-painting Artist-God after all.