I wish God would clue me in on what he’s up to.
Or, more accurately, if he’s up to something in the way I think he might be, or if maybe I’m reading into things a bit too much in the way I’m prone to do.
I love bodies of water. I love the calm of water, found in the stillness or even in the waves. I love the ripping, the fluidity, the movement. And this, this whatever I can’t fit into words, is like seeing the movement below the water before ripples break the surface. An ever-so-subtle shift that may become a ripple, and, possibly, grow up to be a wave.
It’s hard to know somtimes though, if the movement you saw beneath the water was a fish or a turtle or just a trick of the light, and maybe the ripples don’t show up and certainly never turn into waves. Those happenings in life that seemed to be building towards something, pointing in the same direction, begin to feel cruel, like they were lying all along and getting your hopes up for the goodness that never came.
Of course, God is always up to something. Maybe it will turn out to be entirely different than I could have imagined, or even what I would have liked.
Or maybe the ripples will soon appear, and then the waves.
Til next time…
p.s. When have you wondered what God was up to?