Treasure Unearthed in a Moment – part 2

“It could be a good day; it needs to be treated carefully.”

From The Hours by M. Cunningham

I get up before light has entered the sky, allowing myself privacy as if the house only existed for me and is waiting for my bare feet to come across it’s cool floor.  I rise and retire secretly.  It’s my time.  There are parents to share it with, but something of my days must belong to only me, like breathing.  But not just any air – air that’s not shared with another earthly soul, but air that is shared with God’s Spirit.

I love word days when God is writing on pages inside my chest and if only I could see it in a mirror, I would know what I’m to compose.  His Spirit fills a reservoir which breaks and releases on time and words flow onto the paper. In this process, God is writing, shaping, and changing me into His original design in the way a sculptor chisels away every bit of stone that is not part of what he already knows is waiting inside to be freed.

In boundless process, God is mining diamonds created by tremendous pressure and a thousand tears and reforming me into the unique part of His image that I am to display.  Everyone wants to believe there’s a sparkling hard brilliance inside them that, no matter what happens, cannot be extinguished because if it could, then how do we live so as to continue to enjoy the spectacular and the simple?  I want both.

A cool breeze comes in through the open door as if to kiss the one who has risen early.  It mixes with the aroma of coffee and the presence of One waiting to sit with me.  The colors are clay and wood and leather, like the beans I grind, and I sit before a large window for life in here reflects life out there.  Life in here brings life to the earth every where I will place my feet today.  I need the One to adjust my expectations for my first thoughts are sometimes thoughts of fear wondering if the day will hold hurt or disappointment, or if I will I be enough.  After immersing myself in the One, letting His love envelop me, I am more sure.  I am ready to walk through each moment not knowing what it will bring, but knowing He lives in and through me for whatever comes.  If this sounds simple, be patient.  Wait for it.

I want a larger perspective to embrace the day I am in.  For every day fully lived is one in which you plunge ahead like the first dive into a cold pool at the end of Spring.  You know Summer is coming, but you can’t wait for everything to be perfect so you lift your arms and dive, enjoying the feeling of the water against your first covering of skin.  You take a risk and move forward, and if hurt or disappointment come, you know that remaining positive and faith-filled will also keep your eyes clear enough to see the light, the goodness, and the blessing in the moments as they are redeemed.

I am a trailblazer heading into unmapped country daily and there are seasons that change.  In winter the task is to endure and to trust in the frozen-ness.  You wait.  But when summer approaches, and blows your skirt and warms your skin and melts the frozen layers of wounds, you know.  You surrender to it for freedom and healing are underneath.  You bow to God to find it.  When He does His healing work on what is exposed, you move forward, and find the earth responds for it has waited for you to walk on it today… and unearth its treasure.  You find this is what you were created for – to be the you in every moment and unearth the treasure in the moment, bringing the Kingdom to earth as it is in Heaven.

What are you waiting for?  Go unearth some treasure yourself!  He has it waiting.  What will you have eyes to discover today?