We — or at least I — shall not be able to adore God on the highest occasions if we have learned no habit of doing so on the lowest. At best, our faith and reason will tell us that He is adore-able, but we shall not have found Him so, not “tasted and seen.” (Similarly) any patch of sunlight in a wood will show you something about the sun which you could never get from reading books in astronomy. These pure and spontaneous pleasures are “patches of Godlight.”
~ C. S. Lewis
She stood in the glow of crystal and chandeliers when a visiting friend and I first spotted her. A picture of elegance against the velvet-rich background of one of our town’s grandest old hotels. She was leaning against a wall, something about the look of her making me feel as if she’d just stepped out of one of those lovely, romantic 1940’s movies… and was waiting there for her black tie-and-tails boyfriend to tip the valet and return to their Cinderella night.
Auburn curls peeked out from under a softly flopping hat, framing one of the most beautiful faces I’d ever seen. Startlingly so – mostly because of the wondrous smile that lit her eyes. Like pure radiance, beaming at us in that moment as if we shared an unspoken secret and she was willing us to hug it to ourselves like treasure.
The fresh springtime of her dress…a sweet floral in soft yellows and rose — fit her like a dream. I’d been looking for a dress like that for a wedding I was going to… but oh, could I ever look like that even if I found one?
That’s when I saw. Eyes bright with a genuine content with life, she caught mine as I followed the crutch under her arm and looked down, saw her standing on one leg, the top of her amputated limb hidden beneath tea-length dress. A shiver ran over me as I took that in… a mixture of empathy, sadness for whatever sorrow had been in her life…and awe. For again, her eyes and smile met mine…strong and bright and true. And I read in them: Life is good. I’m happier at this moment than ever. There is a light stronger than any of us know…if we believe.
That was twenty years ago. I only saw her in that one sparkle-moment. But her sweet image stays in my mind and heart like a wonderful character in a cherished book… one I only got a glimpse of, but longed to know more of…in her story… And I often wonder, Lord, was that YOU I saw shining from her smile?
Lord, in the natural, this past week heavily put setback on my tongue until I felt Your hand upon my mouth… “Let not your words pronounce the Destroyer’s lies on your life. They may seem as fact, but they are not My Truth over you. No, Bless Me as Your Provider, Your Banner, Your Hope and Joy and I will break loose the captivity, turnaround defeat to Victory. ”
Father, thank You that Greater are You, and the Name above all Names…Jesus… in me, than he who is the world! You ARE my Provider, Banner, Hope and Joy! May You shine Your Glory as Your Patches of Godlight in and through me… and help me place Your Word over every temptation to murmur or complain, even in silent thought…
© Pam Depoyan
“The words of a man’s mouth are like deep waters [copious and difficult to fathom];The fountain of [mature, godly] wisdom is like a bubbling stream [sparkling, fresh, pure, and life-giving].”
~ Proverbs 18:4, amplified
Have you spotted “Patches of Godlight” this past week in a momentary encounter?