COVID Journey Day 13

"And he said to his servant, “Go up now, look toward the sea.” And he went up and looked and said, “There is nothing.” And he said, “Go again,” seven times. 44 And at the seventh time he said, “Behold, a little cloud like a man's hand is rising from the sea.” - 1 Kings 18:43-44

You think you know a room. 

It’s been a part of your house since you moved in. You could easily describe it over the phone. A few doors. Couple windows. Rectangular here. Angular there. One color, then another. Furniture. Television. Typical. 

But spend almost two weeks in it. Stuck in a stack of convalescence. Nowhere else to go. Eat there. Sleep there. Pray there. Struggle there. Walk its perimeter in the late hours. Longing for escape. 

Over time, things begin to stand out. Features surprise. Paint is a different texture here. Blemished there. A scratch that only appears when the sunlight hits a certain way. This door frame is actually bigger than the other one. Noises emerge from what seemed silent. Signs of life happening outside the walls. 

And that old room, once dismissed by familiarity, becomes teeming with nuance. Alive. It is a room still, but it becomes a new place all over again. All because you were forced to finally look at it in a deeper way.

So it is with God.


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