One of my favorite spots near Traverse City, MI is the nearby village of Suttons Bay. Since it is on the road known as M22 it is a tourist hot spot on the way to a lighthouse. Suttons Bay is a place I find calls me to return. Loaded with unique little shops and so much art my heart beats faster at just the thought of it.
There is one little shop that is is full of glass, garden art and whimsy. Today's image is a little bowl formed from glass. The thing that caught my eye was the light shining through and bringing it to life. Look at the sweet beads of glass that create a border at the top. Red, blues, yellows, greens and more.
Glass is a wonder for it's transparency, but when color is introduced, it becomes magical. There is nothing else like it. It is no surprise that colored glass has been popular for generation after generation.
God's love for us is transparent. No hidden agenda, but full of surprises. He created man and woman for a relationship with him. He is crystal clear about his desire to be for us, with us and not against us. His ways are far from transparent, wrapped up in his perfect will. Perhaps, that is another element that makes the transparency of his love so beautiful. Even when the big picture seems cloudy, stormy or is too much to grasp, we can trust his love.
We can count on him to light our days and guide our ways, one day at a time. Like light through the glass, he illuminates our daily ordinary lives as we trust his grace and provision. Sometimes, he adds a little color to our lives for whimsy through people, places and nature.
"We don’t yet see things clearly. We’re squinting in a fog, peering through a mist. But it won’t be long before the weather clears and the sun shines bright! We’ll see it all then, see it all as clearly as God sees us, knowing him directly just as he knows us!" 1 Corinthians 13:12 (The Message)
This is a snippet from The Message version of the "Love Chapter".
His love shines through like light through the glass.
Today, I am grateful for light through the glass.
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