It shimmers, it shines. It twinkles in its trembling.
It reflects the light.
All things in this dewiness, moist with living water, glow bright with living light. Even the ragged and untrimmed. Even the blemished and diseased, even the fallen and dying, that have the beauty of the water and the light.
It was but a low-down dandelion! But it was standing “full face to the sun, and had caught into its heart all the glory it could hold, and was shining so radiantly that the dew that lay on it still made a perfect aureole round its head. And it seemed to talk, standing there—to talk about the possibility of making the very best of these lives of ours.”
I am lowly, yet I can shine. Washed with the living water of the word, sprinkled with my tears and His blood, standing full face to the Son. It happens. The light shines brilliant over me, and I too can sparkle. And gleam. And shine.
Thanking God today…
for the washing of the water of His word
for the sunshine of this morning’s light, rare among so many days of rain
for the greater, richer light of His Presence, always there for me, if I will focus “full face to” it, catch into my heart all the glory it can hold, to shine back radiant, myself like the low dandelion in the wood.
for the health and energy to meet the day, enthused
for eyes that can still see all these beauties around me, of earth and sky and water brook, and even a few of eternity
“for the love which from [my] birth over and around [me] lies.”
May your day today, dear reader—and your spirit—sparkle, and shimmer, and shine in His blessings.