I love this day, because I’m pulling my little boy in his wagon on the way to the park. It’s just us, crunching through the yellow leaves on a breezy morning. We have left our schedules and the political intrusions behind to just play and be. He points to a truck rumbling by, wonderment blossoming across his face because trucks are his world right now.
He is my world right now; until the fall comes.
A leaf, yellow and light drifts down to the sidewalk to rest in the shadow of it’s home. All I see is that something on this earth has fallen again, and I’m immediately taken back to the pages of This Present Darkness (http://amzn.to/S8d1pK) and the impression it left on my vision. Never looking at the world the
same way, I wonder how often we are in the presence of more than just the light that lives within us.
Frank Peretti (http://frankperetti.com/) has a tendency to make his readers think about the things they should never stop thinking about. God, angels and that dark presence that folded into our lives since the first fall of man.
“Hey Mama”, says my sweet boy, his face sticking out of one of the tunnel holes. I watch him as he reaches the end, saying a quick prayer that no falls find him today.
Prayer; isn’t that what we’re supposed to be doing without ceasing? My mind wanders to the things that have distracted me of late such as the Mom in line at my daughter’s school that looks like she stepped out of a fashion show and why do I always look so frumpy? Doesn’t she have a house to clean and children to raise as well? Jealousy creeps over my eyes until I wipe it away with His truth. My hair is dirty and my shorts have paint on them, but I live and breathe an existence that extends beyond the things the shadowy spirits try to pollute us with. This present darkness is not in those that put on a beautiful facade to hide their reality but the things that pull our minds away from Him.
I wonder if the demons that hide in the shadows work so hard to defeat us because we were forgiven after our fall while they were not. How cleverly they steer our minds toward ourselves.
My boy sings, “More, Mama, more”, as he smiles and soars over the ground in his swing. He is perfectly content to soak up the day with visions of trucks and play. I wonder if he will one day get over-polluted with cultural expectations and pretty exteriors to the point where he struggles to wipe away the darkness. Will he know that darkness is dressed in bling?
“Buh-fy”. A chubby finger points at the bright orange butterfly. Do angels’ wings look like that?
I recently heard a woman say that when someone prayed over her when gravely ill she could see angels filling the hospital room. Where would the shadows hide if we all prayed without ceasing?
We teach our little ones about the spiritual world early on, in hopes that the Truth will nestle itself into the furrows of their minds. A living foundation is what we are built upon; let’s water this life with prayer so we can remain in His Holy Presence.
On the way back home, the wagon bumps rhythmically on the sidewalk seams while thoughts of fall lose their place to autumn.
He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.
2 I will say[a] to the LORD, “My refuge and my fortress,
my God, in whom I trust.”
3 For he will deliver you from the snare of the fowler
and from the deadly pestilence.
4 He will cover you with his pinions,
and under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness is a shield and buckler.
5 You will not fear the terror of the night,
nor the arrow that flies by day,
6 nor the pestilence that stalks in darkness,
nor the destruction that wastes at noonday.
7 A thousand may fall at your side,
ten thousand at your right hand,
but it will not come near you.
8 You will only look with your eyes
and see the recompense of the wicked.
9 Because you have made the LORD your dwelling place—
the Most High, who is my refuge[b]—
10 no evil shall be allowed to befall you,
no plague come near your tent.
11 For he will command his angels concerning you
to guard you in all your ways.
12 On their hands they will bear you up,
lest you strike your foot against a stone.
13 You will tread on the lion and the adder;
the young lion and the serpent you will trample underfoot.
14 “Because he holds fast to me in love, I will deliver him;
I will protect him, because he knows my name.
15 When he calls to me, I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble;
I will rescue him and honor him.
16 With long life I will satisfy him
and show him my salvation.”