The imagery hit strong. All of a sudden, I was imagining a sunset, where blues and purples mix with yellows, all fading toward the coming night. A sunset of beauty accompanied by relaxing breaths on a seashore. A sunset can be gorgeous, breath-taking, and even awe-inspiring.
And yet, a smile emerges. A smile brought on, not because of the sunset, but because I was staring at a 3-inch bruise on my leg. A large, nasty, multi-colored bruise picked up at the corner of clumsiness and haste.
The colors in a refreshing sunset are the same as my bruise. Maybe, just maybe, God sees the same beauty in both. Maybe God wishes we would stop shying away from our bruises and instead, sit back, take a breath and observe. Maybe if we stopped trying to hide the bruises, we would see what God sees.
Where we roll our eyes at haste and clumsiness, God smiles at that moment when you handled the pain with grace and patience. When we try to hide the ugliness, God sees the attempt at doing something great–so what if it failed, so what if it hurt–you tried. You actually tried!
Maybe instead of hiding our bruises, or doing our best to avoid them, God longs for our souls to take leaps. To move hastily toward Him, despite the stubbed toes and the bruised knees. Maybe, just maybe, when we let our little-kid excitement combine with our big kid desire to know Him better, we will see that the bruises are not something to be avoided. They are something to sit back and appreciate–because sometimes truly living life means picking up a bruise here and there.
Just as a sunset seems more beautiful when shared with someone you love, maybe bruises are meant to be shared. Rather than covering them up, we bring them up, sharing the story of the hurt. These bruises, they can bring us together, admitting that life hurts, but also admitting that God was present, even in this. These bruises bridge distances between people–sharing stories of successes embedded in hurts.
And so I sit back, appreciating the colors of a sunset reflected in a bruise on my leg. And I smile–because God is funny like that.
By Jennifer, groundswell ministriesLeave a Comment