In the buzzing light of my rectangular porch, a night of 100 nights that I was alone, I made the paintbrush an extension of my hand for the first time in my life and made the blue streaks of the paint as I finally felt okay completely and blissfully alone.
Isn't it funny that the times we will always remember are times we never expected to be that meaningful? There are so many other times like that in my life, too many to count, times that creeped up behind me and became something that was just a part of me without me even noticing until they had.
And that, I've figured out, is what life is all about. In just 5 minutes, we can make a decision that might mean nothing that may make our 20 years in the future go from a husband and three kids to a successful career as a CEO. That's what's so scary, but it's also what's so great. No matter how scary change is, it keeps going. We can't avoid it. We can't hide from it. We simply live, and the days go on.
So try to remember that next time you've forgotten your umbrella and worn slippery shoes on the wettest downpour of the year. Don't throw up your hands and yell out in frustration. Throw those beautiful and free hands up and let the rain wash over you because, you never know, it might be your next memory. Just remember that without God's sovereign breath of life, none of it would happen and we wouldn't even have the opportunity to be thankful for the rain.
"If it were his intention and he withdrew his spirit and breath, all humanity would perish together and mankind would return to the dust." (Job 34:14, 15 NIV)
