I was walking in Central Park when I was stopped by this tree. It was only tiny—totally dwarfed by the great elms. But it was caught by the sun—as if in a spotlight—and transformed into a blazing bush.
Moses was minding his own business when something caught his eye—a bush was behaving oddly… he came close and God spoke to him. And made the ground he stood on holy.
But what if he’d been too busy? Or in too much of a rush? Or staring down at his smartphone?
What if he hadn’t stopped and taken a closer look?
We can walk right past so much. In the rushing to not miss out, in our haste to get to the next thing so that we maximize everything—what are we not seeing? What are we missing? What is hiding in plain sight?
Once we stop rushing, what might we see—if only we looked?
The main reason we won’t stop is fear. We keep on running because we are afraid. My dear friend Ann Voskamp has a new book out called The Broken Way and I love this quote she opens with…
“The very thing we are afraid of, our brokenness, is the door to our Father’s heart.” —Paul Miller
No more running. That’s my new resolution. And the pace of walking means you might find gifts waiting for you on your path… and walk right through a doorway to Joy.
Beauty hiding in plain sight in the aftermath of the storm—
Beauty is everywhere. It’s just how we frame it. Where we put our attention. The difference between looking. And seeing.
Children are masters of this. Wordsworth said it perfectly:
“Heaven lies about us in our infancy.”
Have a happy wonder-filled Thanksgiving!
(I know I’m a Brit and technically what you’re being thankful for is landing safely far from the mother land, but it’s still my all time favorite holiday. Here’s why.)