The pontoon pulled away from the dock and turned toward the open water where we drifted past brown and pastel cabins tucked into the trees along the shore. Under the influence of the overcast day, that was all there was to see. The sky, typically the star of our evening cruise, offered nothing but dismal grey gruel. Gloomy clouds stacked up overhead, familiar companions for some part of every day of that week.
We were grateful the weather allowed us to be out at all. Between downpours and thunderstorms, electricity-eradicating straight-line winds and near-misses with tornadoes, it had been a weird weather week.
Out on the lake, with its ducks and herons and loons, its reed beds and lily pads, we floated along, satisfied with the knowledge that there were fish below the surface–fish that some of our party hoped to catch the next morning. When my young nephew took the helm, he brought us alongside an island with a fawn on the shore. We watched until it turned and bounded a few feet inland. There, hidden behind a bush, stood its mother. We’d been so busy watching the fawn that we hadn’t noticed her.
Content with our nature sighting on this grey evening and aware that to make it home before that awful hour when the mosquitoes came out en force, my nephew accelerated and turned us toward home.
That’s when we noticed the sky.
Blues and pinks haloed a molten glow, spreading from one side of the sky to the other. Behind us and to both sides the day remained as dingy as when we’d set off, but before us it was vivid and lovely and full of life.
Perspective, I remembered again, changes everything. The fruit of the setting sun had been there and we hadn’t even noticed it. It was behind us as we lamented the grey we cruised into. It was above us as we observed the fawn and the doe.
We didn’t see it because we didn’t look.
Sometimes I don’t see things because I don’t pay attention. Sometimes it’s because I’m looking the wrong direction. Sometimes it’s because they’re still out of my range of vision. What I fail to remember that just because I can’t see it doesn’t mean that it isn’t there.
When I forget this, I lament life’s difficulties the way I despaired the sky.
Sometimes, though, when things aren’t going the way I wish they would, I remember. I remember that there is a time for everything, that almost everything changes, and that the changes begin long before I ever see them.
Because He’s always at work.
When the woods are thick and the way is uncertain, He’s at work. When life is dry and the soul is parched, He’s at work. He’s always at work.
The way will clear and the river will flow. Sometimes I remember this first, and I am grateful.
Sharing It Changes Everything at Thought Provoking Thursday and Small Wonders.
Behold, I am doing a new thing;
now it springs forth, do you not perceive it?
I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.
Perspective is a lesson to learn over and over again, isn’t it? Thanks for sharing your lovely story and linking with #SmallWonder 🙂
Over and over and over again, more deeply and fully each time, I hope.
“Perspective changes everything” and “We didn’t see it because we didn’t look.” You’ve captured such eternal and powerful truths here in these two sentences, Natalie! I’m so thankful, too, that God is ALWAYS at work.
Always. Yes and amen.
Natalie, I just wrote a post about the very same thing–not seeing because we’re not looking. Beautiful words here.
Thank you. I can get to your site, but never to a post. Is there another link I can follow? I’d love to read what you have to say.
Amen Natalie! Perspective will always change you, many times from tears to joy! Thanks for the beautiful reminder.
Revelation 21:5 (New Living Translation [NLT])
5 And the one sitting on the throne said, “Look, I am making everything new!” And then he said to me, “Write this down, for what I tell you is trustworthy and true.”
I love how you said that it will change you, not just that it will change how you–we–see it. Thanks for sharing the verse. So thankful that he’s making things new, that he’s not yet finished.
This encouraged me in the deepest way this morning, Natalie. Bless you. Right on time. for me. xo
You make me think of God’s perfect, right on time, timing. Praying for you this morning. Thanks for your encouraging words. <3