Waiting at the Carwash (Lisa)

During a difficult time in my life, I remember working hard to stave off feelings of depression. I was dealing with some pretty big stuff, not of my making but over which I was powerless. My moment-to-moment work, to give it to God, was at times, exhausting human toil. I could slip into a lonely darkness, filtering out any beautiful sights or sounds. The song of God’s beauty and joy became nothing but a great white noise.

I found myself here, on a dreary day in February, drowning Him out while sitting in line at a carwash but as I waited to clean the scum off of me, more than the car washed clean.

God does that for us. He nudges us to wake and be open to, the Him, that surrounds us… finding His beauty and joy.

Waiting at the Carwash

Barren

Grey

Drowsy Slumber

Feeble attempts

At bursts of Color

Hard berries

Cling tightly to broken limbs

Wait!

What?

Wake up!

Open eye and ear

Nostril and mouth

Find Beauty and Joy

In

Shivering

Trembling

Pine needles

Brush and Weed

Braving the cold wind

White puffs of warmed air

Escaping tailpipes and lips

Frozen cloud puffs

Slide across an icy sky

But

I can’t smell it

My nose is frozen

I only smell COLD

But

I don’t feel it

I feel sun

Filtered through

Car window glass

Warming me in spots

As I sit and wait to clean

The salt scum from my car

Waiting, waiting, waiting

For my turn to come.

Prayerfully walking through my senses did not resolve the unresolvable. My life challenge still sat firmly in my lap but I became aware of His presence while waiting for my turn and that was enough to wash me clean. Fresh starts found in prayer.