It was the end of the evening, after dinner but not quite bedtime, when I heard my four year old Noelle call to me from down the hall.
“Mom! Come here, I have to show you something! It’s a surprise in your bedroom, you’ll love it so much!”
Outwardly I said: “Alright sweet girl, I’m coming!”
Inwardly I thought: “I wonder what mess she’s made this time.”
She was waiting for me on the khaki carpeted floor at the entrance to our bedroom, just sitting there grinning.
“Look Mom, it’s light.” she said with reverent awe.
And then I saw it, a beam of light that had made it’s way through the faux wood blinds of our bedroom and into the hallway, translucent-gold as the the dust of daily life passed through it.
My breath caught, this was not was I was expecting to be hauled down the hallway to see. Kitty games, forts, book towers… yup, expectable. This golden stream of light? It struck me as perfection.
I plopped down next to her and told her that it was light coming through the window, a focused beam of light shining on our floor.
“It reminds me of God.” I told her, “the way his light streams into our lives and makes things beautiful and bright.”
“So God is light? That’s God?” She asked me.
“Yes, and no” I told her. “That reminds me of God, the way his light always finds the cracks and comes into our lives.”
And that’s when she really popped my heart open: “Yeah, I know mom. I’m a God-light Expert.”
I’m not sure what a God-light expert is guys, all I know for certain is that I want to be one.
An expert in seeing God-light in the unexpected places
In believing in it’s transformative power
An expert in being it, bringing it and letting it flow through me in all sorts of unlikely ways.
I’m sick of walking by the God light in all it’s many forms because I’m too occupied with busywork and worry.
I want to be stopped by the God light
I want to bring it where I’m going
I want the mini blinds of my heart to open wide to let in more than just cracks of it.
I want to swim in it, or at least realize that I already am swimming in it… and always have been.
I want see my children as the experts in God-Light and I, the novice as the they daily delight in the little bits of daily light.
I want my grown-up cynicism to crack like a breakfast egg and all the good stuff to run out and nourish another day of life on earth.
I want to be a God-Light expert too. Don’t you?
How do your kids teach you about God-Light? Where are you seeing it these days?