Wednesday, March 9, 2016
Hatching the Day - Expectant Living
Isaiah finds me in the schoolroom checking Gabriel's math fact sheet. He stands beside me. Close.
When I look up he's smiling - so big it shines through his green eyes.
"Will you hatch this for me?" he asks.
I'm confused. Then he pushes his hands forward. He's holding a clementine, orange and round, in the nest of his small hands.
"Sure," I say. "But Zay, fruit doesn't hatch. It's peeled."
"Okay," he says. "That's fine. But I can't wait for what's inside."
I start to peel his fruit. The skin is tight and thin and comes off in ragged strips. And while I'm peeling, I think about his words. I can't wait for what's inside.
That's how I want to open each day. Expectant. Full of hope. Ready to embrace, savor, the goodness of what is to come.
I want to expect that God will bring good things. I want to see His grace in the small moments. I want to breathe in and out, knowing He's beside me, a Father of compassion and grace, loving me, guiding me, speaking to the quiet places of my heart. No matter what the circumstances are. Even in tough times. When life leaves me weary, His Presence will bring good things.
You have let me experience the joys of life and the exquisite pleasures of your own eternal presence. Psalm 16:11 TLB
Zay waits patiently until the smooth barrier is removed from his fruit. I hand it back to him and he breaks a crescent away and pops it into his mouth.
I can see that it was worth the wait.
Zay and me.
Waiting for the wonder in sweet, hatched things.
Thank you, Lord, for being with me. Thank you, in advance, for what You'll do today...Amen.