Two Seconds of Bliss

Can you hear the quiet?

 

Can you hear the quiet?

 

Can you hear the quiet?

 

Can you hear the quiet?

 

Can you hear the quiet?

Have you ever driven in torrential rain and had the sound of beating drops nearly deafen you? Then, you drive under an overpass and for two seconds there is absolute quiet. Two seconds of bliss before the noise begins again.

This is what our world is like here in the Davis house.

Chaos. Charis. Chara. All-intertwined.

When Andy met me in the church parking lot so that I could meet our Sunday School class girls, I briefly considered high-tailing it to the closest Starbucks, or woodland glen, or looney bin to escape the noise. Happy noise, angry noise, noise of five people who all seem to want to talk to me at once in our scratched yet beloved mini-van.

I glanced again, somewhat wistfully, at the path of escape, and then turned and walked into our church. I did not regret my decision. God met us with His sweet presence and helped a new friend feel at home. I was happy that He helped me to choose well. There is a strange sort of refreshment that comes in desiring to refresh others. Oh, the kindness of God who helps us to choose well, when we want to do what seems easiest.

Tonight at Bible Study we had good discussion of how sometimes you can know that you are smack in the middle of God's good and perfect will for your life, and yet, it may be the hardest thing you have ever done. Just because something is good does not mean that it is easy.


I think of the road to recovery that Jane will be walking as she learns how to navigate life with her new spine. Now is a season of great pain, but we hope for a brighter future. Under the surgeon's hands, her spine has unfolded. The healing has begun, but not without pain and effort made towards getting well. Each new day gains new ground.

Now, in our home, is a season of noise, tears, and a high learning curve. Yet we hope for a lifetime of love and fond memories. Now we train, now we sow; later, we hope for a harvest of righteousness.

Weeping may endure for the night, but joy (chara) comes in the morning.

 

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