A long time ago, I came across a picture of Mt. Saint Helen's.
It was from a series of photographs about it's eruption, and all of
the natural destruction that took place.
One of the pictures gave me pause for wonder. It was simple and
exquisite. It was of a tiny flower that, after months of a barren land,
had miraculously BURST forth, and was lifting its little, sweet blossom
to the sunlight! What an awesome sight! What a beautiful vision to behold!
Looking at that photo of the little flower, I knew I had just recognized
that God was there.
That is how I feel about a new, and miraculous relationship in my life!
It is so exquisite. I can hardly believe it.
But, I do. I'm a believer. I'm a Jewish Believer. Everyone's life is really
a story, isn't it?
Not very long ago, a Mt. Saint Helen's exploded in my life. It came in the
form of a destroyed marriage. It was impending, corruptive, and very explosive.
And when it detonated, it took everything with it, just as the eruption at
Saint Helen's: beauty, life, color, sunlight, growth, the engaging song of birds,
the dappling shade of leaves, the sweet smell of pines, the screeching call of the
owl, the snap of twigs underneath a furry creature, and the rough bark of age
old trees. Hope for the future seemed obliterated.
For a long time after, just as over Mt. Saint Helen's, my view of life was
clouded in ominous smoke, dust, the stink of death, and the frightening terror
of cavernous darkness. There was the obscurity of interminable night; not even
shadows dared to appear. Life was totally buried in the gray rubble.
And, I could not see a way out! My world was crushed under the foot of
something insipidly evil, and nauseatingly deceptive. It was so evil, that I often
wondered, in my quiet ticking hours, about God. Where was God, in Evil's midst?
I once heard that everything in our lives is either God sent, or God used.
And, it's true, isn't it? What He sends to us, is incredible. But, what He uses
is undeniably awesome.
Now I know, out of the deep abyss of evil's misery, that God does use
everything in our lives to reveal His Glory, and Pure Goodness.
For, one day, I noticed a green speck in the rubble and dirt of my destroyed life.
At first, I wasn't even sure if it was real. So tiny it was! The next day, I peered
at it again, and surely, it was there. Nothing could seem to dash it away! Not my
angry thoughts, not my gloomy despair, not my human frailties, not even the
suicidal breath of the Evil One could blow it away.
Time passed. One day my flower was a minute speck in the barren soil of my life.
The next, it had become a swollen, fragile bud. It was nascent, and yet, it was
not as fragile as it appeared. How wonderful. How unbelivable.
My flower was not going to die! But, how could this be? Unbeknownst to me,
it was swollen with Living Water. And, the Water that flows from Him is
strong, and sweet, powerful and unceasing! It quenches, and is limitless in its
satiation. It does not stop. It is unstoppable. It is filled with the power of
the Creator. It is overflowing from the Author of love, itself.
Then, I turned around, and my fragile bud had become a dew dropped blossom.
It was yellow, perfumed, and magnificent! It cried out to my stormy clouds,
and my gray landscape, "Here I am! Aren't I beautiful? Look at my brightness!
Smell my fragrance! Touch my soft petals! Feel the dewy drops of my tears!
Wonder at my sweet life!"
And then, something surreal happened. The evil slaked, burning pile of
manure, which seemed all that was left of my life, bowed. It kneeled out of
fear, and inferiority! It had been overcome! It had been defeated!
The Destroyer had been destroyed!
For a long time, for many months, I did not understand this overwhelmingly
new, astonishing power in my life. And, then one day, I knew. I opened my eyes,
and I just knew.
It was Jesus.
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