What do you have your eyes on?

sunrise over the AtlanticSome time ago, I pondered a serious question…it must have been in college, that time in life when serious questions are pondered. Questions like, “if you could be any animal, what would you be?”

To which the answer must be a rhinoceros. Rhinos are tough, just look at that thick skin. NOTHING bothers them, right? And if it does, they’ll simply charge it with those horns. And yet, rhinos are reliant on others, like the little bird that perches on them and rids them of ticks and parasites. Definitely, if I could be any animal, it would be a rhino.

But the other question so studiously answered back in the day that still comes to mind…of the five senses, which would you most hate to lose? Would it be sight, sound, smell, touch, or taste? Which would you consider most precious?

Now, I love to eat, and part of that is due to the amazing taste of food. But if food lost its taste, I might finally get to a healthy weight.

I have somewhat of a super-sniffer. I can smell things (especially stinky things) long before my husband anyway. 🙂 That might not be so bad to not smell the icky stuff.

Touch is important, but it’s not my love language or anything.

I do love music, so hearing is very important. But, I figure that I’ve learned so many songs over the years that if I lost my hearing, I could still replay those songs in my head and probably get by.

But I haven’t found a way to reconcile losing my sight. From viewing the sunrise over the ocean to watching a drop of rain run down a leaf, there is so much beauty in the world that God created. I can recall those events, but not with the same complexity, not in full-color detail. To never see a loved one’s face again or watch water ripple down a stream or gaze at the changing shapes of clouds and colors in the sky or see the joy in a child’s smile…this would be very hard indeed.

raindrops on leaves

Recently, I’ve discovered that my eyesight isn’t what it used to be. Details have blurred and don’t stand out sharply. I have to pull things a little closer to see them clearly. It grieves me; but, other than a stronger prescription for my glasses, there’s not much I can do about it.

And so, I have to readjust my vision. Not just in paying a little more careful attention to what’s around me, but focusing on more eternal things. It’s time to recognize that the beauty in this world doesn’t compare with what’s to come or the One who made it all. Instead of keeping my eyes on the things around me, as lovely as they may be, I’m going to aim for keeping my eyes on God.

That’s today’s everyday adventure.


Day 9: Rest in Wonder

At 5:15 this morning, I was shivering slightly in a long sleeve tee and yoga pants, gazing up at the Big Dipper, Cassiopeia, and other constellations, waiting for my walking partner to arrive. And even then, we both took a moment to breathe out wonder at the stars sparkling brightly in the pre-dawn sky before beginning our walk.

The night sky has mesmerized me since childhood, but never passionately until I left home in the big city to attend college in a southern town on the edge of a mountain. In minutes you could be miles from city lights and the stars seemed to leap out at you from the Milky Way above.

It’s been a dream of mine to own a telescope ever since I got to view the moon, craters and all, from a friend’s telescope. The detail shocked and delighted me. After that, I bought a book about the constellations and how to watch the stars using my binoculars. It kind of became my thing, especially in one place we lived – every time the girls would get together at night, I’d bring my book and binoculars and we’d lie out on a tennis court or picnic table, sharing about our lives while we watched the stars. When time came to move from that community, we made a pact that we’d think of each other whenever we saw Cassiopeia. That happened this morning, even though I’ve lost touch with all but one of those gals.

So, if you haven’t guessed, I’m pretty crazy about the stars. 😛

English: Golf ball.

Photo credit: Wikipedia

The wild thing about beginning to look into the expanse of the heavens above us, is that you start to grasp just how small you are. Take time to watch these videos by Louis Giglio, that I call, If the Earth were the Size of a Golf Ball. It’s unfortunately split into two videos.

Part 1:  Skip ahead to 6:31. The first 6 minutes are not part of the golf ball illustration.

Part 2: Hang in there to the end on this one. There’s a parade of planets and stars beginning at 5:39 that visually blows the mind and then the wrap up really makes you stop and wonder.

I do love the line in Part 2, where he says,

It’s not just twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are. I’m telling you what you are, and what you are is intense and huge and massive and ferocious, is what you are.

We serve a crazy big God. The words escape me to try to describe how big the God is who created these massive stars. I’m not even talking about size big, but power big.

Come back down to your spot on the golf ball. Though we are tiny and frail, we have been created in the image of this Creator God. We have been fearfully and wonderfully made.

Wow. Rest in wonder and amazement and worship, my friend.

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