Lesson Four: Learning to Behold

A dense, white fog envelops my house this morning.  I can barely see my neighbor’s house across the way.  The rooms inside light up with the reflection of pure white, much as they did last February when the neighborhood was blanketed with ice and snow.

And this morning my devotional guides me to the book of Luke. . . the road to Emmaus.  How the men’s eyes were shrouded and they didn’t even know with whom they spoke.  How it wasn’t until Jesus picked up the bread and broke it and gave thanks.  Then suddenly their eyes were opened and they understood.

Life is so like this fog.  Visibility is low.  Sometimes it feels closed in and lonely.  Yet there is a glimpse here and there of something beyond this cloud that surrounds me.  This fog is my shroud, blinding me to the glory all around me.

Lord, open my eyes to see your wonder.  Lift the veil and fine tune my spirit vision.  It is in giving thanks that I begin to behold.  Teach me to give thanks in all circumstances, for this is Your will for me.

Thank You for allowing me to be a player in the greatest story of all time.  I am overwhelmed by your grace.  For mine is not just a bit part.  I have been cast as the King’s daughter. . .luckiest among women!  Not only am I chosen, but the great Playwright himself wrote the part with me in mind.  I am Esther, chosen by God to play this role for such a time as this.  Let me play my part as one worthy of my calling.  Let my eyes be ever focused upward.

To God be the glory.