in the deep.

(This post was written to the first two songs on the playlist to the left. Please click the play button if you'd like music while you're reading.)

Evening is creeping in, creating black tree silhouettes against the deep blue of twilight. So many thoughts drift in and out, not pressing or urgent, just simply waltzing by, asking to be thought upon. It is here, in the quiet of the evening that the deep stillness of my God creeps into my very soul. And all that is and all that was and everything that is yet to come, all that I cannot begin to fathom in this moment, none of it matters in the deep with Him.

One by one, against the deepening black of the night's canvas, out from wherever stars sleep during day's bright light they come, twinkling with laughter and joy, smiling at the One who created the heavens in which they call home. And I look in wonder, gazing through the grid of His deep stillness upon this perfectly wonderful, utterly ordinary evening, knowing that in this ordinary place, much that is extraordinary can be found when seen through His eyes. For I am being taught more and more by my great God, that through His most ordinary Son, the extraordinary was culminated. In the ordinary, in the face that bore no beauty that we would esteem it, in the humanness and unlikely form of this man, in Him was born all that is extraordinary and irresistible, beautifully displayed through all that was most ordinary.

It has and will continue to amaze me how the smallest things in this life are used by such a big God to reflect how much He loves us, how much His Son loves us. The notes of a song, the words of a quote, laughter, tears, clouds painted with colors of fire, or the dark canvas of an evening sky sprinkled with stars twinkling laughter down upon us. No matter how small, no matter how meaningless, He uses it all. Throughout history gone by, with each day that passed by with no notice, He perfectly used the nothingness to create that which would forever alter time and space and lives innumerable. Like ripples on the glass surface of a lake, all that is effects all that will be, for His hand is upon the clock that births the moments we do not ponder. All that slips by our eyes unnoticed, all that our ears do not hear, whether we notice or not, we are used. A player in the ripple, an ordinary part of an extraordinary plan, and what then is our greatest fault? Apathy. For all we do not see or hear or feel, is then chalked up to being ordinary and meaningless. We are wrong. Every moment we draw breath, every word we speak, every move we make, it means more than we know. Yet, so willing are we to believe that we mean nothing in the grand scheme of all this, that we can slip by unnoticed. Ah, but noticed we are, by more than we'll ever in this life be able to understand. And in our apathy is wrought the deepest affect of all, for if we only knew, if we but understood that we are a part of His plan, if we let this knowledge fuel our lives and guide each decision made, the world would forever and unequivocally be changed.

There it is. We are to be as Jesus was and is. He was ordinary, He never intentionally drew attention to Himself, and yet, He shown with the brightness of His extraordinary Father, continually being the ripple that affected those around Him to look up...to always look up into the face of a God that gazed with such love upon His children.

He was the ordinary reflecting the extraordinary. And we think we mean nothing? We think we are ordinary, and so we are. But oh, we are to shine forth with the light of the Son who is the reflection of every good and perfect thing in this world.

That, is an astounding, life altering, never be the same again, thought.

And I am overwhelmed at this God who would call unto my heart, who would whisper His great love in each passing moment, in every beautiful, ordinary second that passes in this most wonderful life He has given.

Deep calls to deep at the sound of Your waterfalls; All Your breakers and Your waves have rolled over me. The Lord will command His lovingkindness in the daytime; And His song will be with me in the night. A prayer to the God of my life.

                                                                                                -Psalm 42:7, 8 

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