The morning clutches its mantle of dark and the moon still peeks—just a sliver of a smile. The grass is frosted over and I can see my breath in front of me—long lacy tendrils that stand out against the dark. I am grateful for this fleece robe—the one my sister-in-law bought me for Christmas when I was eight months pregnant with my first. He’s almost fifteen now and the robe wraps around me twice but it is warm and it is comfortable and I am much too frugal to throw away something that has worked perfectly fine for all these years.
I wait for Lucy Mae at the edge of the yard under the smiling moon. She doesn’t like the crispy grass either and she picks her way slowly before finding the perfect spot. Fog settles into the low places and a mist begins to rise as the round earth’s imagined corners begin to glisten red.
She said I was a name-caller. And I’ve been able to think of little else.
Where does that come from? She wanted to know.
Her words jarred me—the mirror was broken and suddenly, I see truth. I would never dream of calling another, see, but I call myself bad names.
The way the sky fills with light in the morning is a mystery to me. I know the scientists can tell me how it happens. How the sun is rising on one side of the horizon, but the other begins to glow long before she shows her morning face. There must be a way the light is diffused…maybe a series of astronomical mirrors reflect and refract the rays until they push out darkness…everywhere. Maybe these giant mirrors show truth. I don’t know, but the moon’s warm smile is growing dim and Lucy Mae has decided she doesn’t mind the grass stiff with cold after all.
I walk the driveway to the paper box and back to the porch; give her a whistle and a call.
Come on, girl, it’s cold out here!
The light is spreading.
She had me read Ephesians 1:3-14. She told me to personalize it.
Praise be to the God and Father of my Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed me in the heavenly realms with every spiritual blessing in Christ. For he chose me in him before the creation of the world to be holy and blameless in his sight…he lavishes on me…I was also chosen…
The sun lifts up and steeps in the hillsides to gather strength. Before my eyes the night is turning into day. We go back inside to warm.
We’ve been talking about Stewardship at church and I know I need to take better care of what God loves.
The way the light fills the morning is a mystery to me. The day becomes slowly, then all at once and I am shedding this robe. It doesn’t work perfectly fine anymore.