God Writes the Gospel

From her bedroom window, the full moon glows. Rays bounce to the north, south, east, and west~painting a cross of light in a dark sky. Supermoon circles large in the center of a bright, shiny, old, rugged cross.

I sit on the corner of her bed, watch my sleeping beauty breathe, and stare at the moon.

God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars. ~Martin Luther

Tonight God writes the gospel on the moon. And oh, I need this gospel

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Most days, I gulp down living water and some, I savor. But then I run through days, where the gospel feels lost on me. Some days start on such a high note, but tangle up in chaos and disappointment. Others, I have to beg myself to get up on top of it all.

But instead, I often feel irritated. And when I finally sit down for a few minutes without little people asking for more pieces of me, I ask God really mature and selfless questions.

Why won’t they ever leave me alone?

And then I laugh, since this is the arrangement I put in place to begin with.

The night of the super-cross, it hit me. The way of the moon is to wax and wane, and the light can all but disappear sometimes.

My light can all but disappear, in the jumble of kids and school and however many things to do. In the way I react to their childishness and stubbornness and rips and smudges and everywhere-messes. I want to remain in Him, to be a light that shines His love day after day, even when it’s only for my little crew.

I also want to be left alone sometimes, and I want my house to look nice, mostly always, and I want to stay on schedule and my goodness, I want to COMPLETE things when I start them. And so, sometimes, my light goes out or at least, gets really dusty. How is it so hard to remain in Him, when I do take the time to begin in Him?

That night, I saw Him cross the moon, and my heart welled up with this visible shot of gospel. I pondered the weight of His cross and held tight to the depth of His love for me, right in the middle of my frustrations and failures. And it was bright, y’all.

God writes the gospel not in the Bible alone. Are you looking for it? Where has He written the gospel for you to see?