Morning Moon

This morning, the moon glows round and full through the French doors and I lean my forehead against the window, watch as a slow-moving cloud glides over the shine. My breath is a vapor, condensing on the cool of the glass, and isn’t this what James tells me I am? What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.
I press my thumb in the middle of that beading bit of moisture. My thumb leaves a wet hole in the midst of that cloud.
I can touch this misty life.
As sure as there is breath moving in and out of me, the vapor of it leaves a residue on my fingers. I leave fingerprints on this world.
This morning, I am reading the Beatitudes. Barclay has a lot to say about the poor in spirit. But it is the bliss of the broken-heartedthat whispers beauty into this cracked vessel today.

 “… The Arabs have a proverb: ‘All sunshine makes a desert.’ The land on which the sun always shines will soon become an arid place in which no fruit will grow. There are certain things which only the rains will produce, and certain experiences which can only come out of sorrow … when sorrow comes, we are driven to the deep things of life, and, if we accept it aright, a new strength and beauty will enter into our souls.”

I can make a choice to accept it aright. I want to. For I know, this is where God comes close. Even James said it—humble yourself before the Lord. This surrender, this bending of my vaporous life … this is where sorrow and grief touches this broken world and leaves fingerprints that are not easily wiped away.
The morning moon watches as my breath makes white lace on the window. This mist—this life—it tendrils out into the world, settling into the low places, the dry places, wherever the shadow falls. Bent low, leaving behind only the holy that God wills.
With Jennifer today:
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Comments

  1. Nancy Kourmoulis says

    Laura
    – always beautiful thoughts! That word legacy was just in my mind
    moments before I saw your post. That the moon watches, faithful witness
    in the sky, speaks to me. These words from you speak to me as well,
    “Bent low, leaving behind only the holy that God wills.” Thank you.

  2. says

    Beautiful quote from Barclay! It seems I’ve encountered it before but would not have known the source. I looked at the moon a while here too, but your photo is better than the ones I managed. Nice thought, that. Far away but under the same moon. May the Lord make His nearness very real to you today in your brokenness, friend.

  3. Tina Theroux says

    Laura, its been awhile. I love the beauty of your words … how they make me smile and also the depth. I continue in my season of sorrow, of hard things but God is faithful to remind me that He is with me, that there is a reason …. today he used you. Thank you for being faithful, it’s good to be in His family, yes

  4. kingfisher says

    “This surrender, this bending of my vaporous life … this is where
    sorrow and grief touches this broken world and leaves fingerprints that are not
    easily wiped away.”

    Thank you, Laura. Your poignantly beautiful writing always touches my heart. And oh how this bruised heart needs touching, ever and always, and today — hourly.

    Love ‘ya.

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