It was a rare occasion. I was home alone.
Dinner was in the oven, my wine was poured and Pandora was playing Needtobreathe.
Changed into my comfy clothes and snuggled into the arm chair, my feet crossed on the ottoman, I looked west out our 9ft. floor-to-ceiling windows; the view never gets old.
The sun was trying to set, though it was mostly hidden by a solid gray curtain of clouds. There was a sliver of orange and yellow, one opening where the sunlight sliced through the gray curtain of clouds.
Relaxed by the music and the wine, I began to pray and talk to the Lord.
The entire expanse of sky was shrouded in gray, all but the sliver. It felt representative of my life; all the gray and unknown, with the spotlight of a life present but altered.
I wanted to see in the sky the representation of our lives splayed out across the horizon. I wanted God to show me the grand plan in the canvas of the sky.
I got off the arm chair, taking my wineglass in hand and sat down on the edge where laminated flooring and white painted molding meet; my nose inches from the glass.
I continued my silent pleadings, desperate to see just a glimpse of the masterpiece He has planned for this mess.
“Show me your ways, Lord, teach me your paths. Guide me in your truth and teach me, for you are God my Savior, and my hope is in you all day long.” Psalms 25:4-5
My mother is a designer; she would never call herself that, but she is. She takes antiques and vintage pieces and creates fabulous vignettes in a small space at Sweet Salvage; a monthly show in Arizona.
She texted me one night desperate for prayer; part of the set had fallen off the wall and my father was on his way to assess the damage. She waited anxiously, not knowing what was broken or if anything could be salvaged. She didn’t know if she would need to start over again.
The next day, I checked in with her to get an update. She was grateful the damage was minimal.
“The design can be restored.”
Inches from the glass, my eyes scanned the vast expanse of sky; wishing and willing the gray curtain of clouds to be wiped clear.
As the sun continued it’s descent behind the cloak of gray, beams of sunlight began to radiate in all directions. Rays starting small and spreading wide, east and west. And I asked God if this was His gift or the mere ordered path of the sun. Was it Him or just me making it about me?
I tried to focus on the infinity of the sky, feeling small sitting on the edge of laminate and wood.
And, as I watched, in unexpected holiness, the gray curtain of cloud began to dissipate into smaller pockets of gray, allowing the blue to show through, the sunlight making it to my face, just inches from the glass.
And, He whispered,
“The design can be restored.”
A cry caught in my throat and quiet tears crawled down my face.
The design can be restored.
It’s the story of God, of love and redemption. Sin and salvation, the Fall and the Cross.
From Adam and Eve, to Joseph and Ruth. From Job and Rahab, to Peter and Paul.
All their stories whisper of the restoration of God’s design through Jesus Christ.
Warriors, if your life today, feels fallen and like a vast sky of gray, I promise you His design can be restored in your life.
If you’re struggling in sin or in heartache, His design can be restored. And, as the gray shroud of life begins to dissipate, and you begin to see Light, He will whisper to your heart the hope to carry on to the completion of his design. On this side of heaven, or when we stand before His throne, in the very end of earth’s days, nothing will thwart His plan and design. He has already overcome.
Warriors, He already has the victory. We just might not see it yet. My prayers that He will show you a glimpse of the masterpiece in your mess-may the gray shroud dissipate to bolster your hope for one more day.
“And I heard a great voice, coming from the throne.
See, the home of God is with His people.
He will live among them;
They will be His people,
And God Himself will be with them.
The prophecies are fulfilled:
He will wipe away every tear from their eyes.[a]
Death will be no more;
Mourning no more, crying no more, pain no more,
For the first things have gone away.
And the One who sat on the throne announced to His creation,
See, I am making all things new.” Revelation 21:3-5a
P.S. These photos are mine on this very day; a progression of God whispering to me.“Love Will Roll the Clouds Away” lyrics by Tracy Schwartz and Ginny Hawker