I was greeted at the airport by seven excited people and five floating balloons (and thankfully all of my luggage and less thankfully by rush hour traffic).
Hugs and hand holding and many of us talking at once.
Arriving home to a salad dinner (always what I crave) and a bit of maneuvering over who sits by whom followed by coffee ice cream pie (always what the girls crave and the adults thoroughly enjoy).
As the time neared for my sister and her clan to go home, one of my nieces and I were alone in the hallway. She turned towards me putting her hands on my face and looking straight into my eyes asked:
“Aunt Amy are you home for a long time?”
Yes, a long time.
“At least 365 days?”
Reassured she turned.
I see myself reflected in her, longing to put my hands on the face of God and say, “OK, what exactly is the plan?” The double check that this hasn’t been a bait and switch. Aunt Amy, you said you were coming home, that’s still the plan, right? God you said it was time to leave, that’s still the plan right?
I bet you can see yourself reflected too.
But intertwined with the questions that rise to heaven reassurances rise as well. You are seen, you are known. There is a plan.
David’s plan involved five simple stones; I had five equally ordinary balloons floating above saying you are seen, you are known.
Much discussion and thought went into the color selection and with the final decision landing on one blue, red, orange, white, and green. As it was explained to me:
- red/blue for Kansas University
- blue/oragne for The Denver Broncos
- red/white/blue for America
- green — “cause that’s your favorite color”
Indeed. I am all of those. And if that much thought and discussion by children and their patient mother went into balloon selection, how much more does my Heavenly Father care about minute details?
You are seen, you are known. As much as your family knows and sees you, how much more do I? You are Psalm 139 breathed life into.
Questions, yes. And there will be more and that is OK; David didn’t only have stones, he too had questions and lots of them! Yet with equal certainty, reassurances. Sometimes in audible words–Yes, dear one, I am here for a long time–and others in the form of the beautifully mundane, in this case store bought balloons. Questions intertwined with reassurances.
The balloons have lost their helium and sunken to the ground. If His mercies are new every morning, his reassurances are too and more will come today in other forms. I’m on the lookout!
How have you been reassured lately that you are seen and known?