Ear has not heard,
Nor has it so much as dawned on us
What God has prepared for those who love Him.
1 Corinthians 2:9
Eye has not seen,
Ear has not heard,
Nor has it so much as dawned on us
What God has prepared for those who love Him.
It dawned on me, two months after the birth of our first child
as I stood next to her crib watching her breathe, that my husband and
I had been creators...no, co-creators...for we gave her form,
but from elsewhere came life.
It dawned on me when the priest came over to me as I sat
there in church, heavy of heart and zero on feelings, that God knew
Barbara Jean Garrison on Walton street, and asked me to present the gifts
for offertory. "Me?" Yes, you, Barbara Jean Garrison on Walton Street.
It dawned on me one morning as I was driving down to work
that I was praying...speaking out loud to a God who had been
missing from my life for over six months. It dawned on me who had
been faithful...who had been gone.
It dawned on me when she said "you will never know what
your note meant to me. I read it over and over...I'm in A.A. now."
My note?! But I had no idea when I wrote it
that...I had no idea.
It dawned on me as I stood peeling potatoes, that
God is. Struck `mad' for a moment by that knowledge I lost control and began
to laugh and cry and dance and shout...then returned to the
kitchen sink to peel potatoes...bewildered and somehow changed.
It dawns on me each time the pieces of this puzzle called `life'
fit together so perfectly I am astounded by the `coincidence' of it all.
Yes, it dawns on me that God is present, not at the end of the
tunnel
of death, but as close as I can allow myself to believe.
Call me `fool' or `mad' it matters not, for I have seen the face
of God...in a crib, a church, a doubt, an act, a moment...and I
must speak of it.