Every breath we take is a gift, a gift granted and monitored by a Force so inexplicably generous and kind, we can’t even imagine it. Every moment in the here-and-now is a gift so grand, it cannot be measured. We move about in our lives: We go to bed and rise, we work and play, love and fear, we try to be good or try to be bad–whatever—but we are ill equipped to fully realize the grace we’ve been given.
Even when we give thanks to God for our lives, really meaning it, it is a small thing in relationship to the gift. We are like characters in a play, in which we struggle with not knowing who we are, where we come from, or how the heck we got here. And life itself seems to suck up the very time we are given for seeking our answers. We can’t even get enough sleep.
There is more, though, hidden beyond a window with the shade pulled down. We notice it every so often because a very bright light pours in from around the shade’s edges. Sometimes we decide we’re going over there to check it out, but the phone rings, or our eldest shoves her brother off the top bunk, or our report is due at 7:30 sharp and if we know what’s good for us, we’ll get it done!
Thus is life. It’s busy. But it is meant to be more. When things get really hard, we need to know that God is with us. We may feel lost in the crowd, but our Creator holds each of us in the palm of His hand. All we have to do is turn around and look up. God is always with us, ever present, never absent, but because He gave us the power to choose our own path, we have to ask for help. Sometimes the problems are bigger than us, the losses too great, and we simply have to let the shade up.