“Yeah. I never thought of it that way,” announced Grace with a sense of wonder. She kicked off her fuzzy orange slippers and climbed in to the king size bed with her mom.
“It’s true,” Anne affirmed, propping herself up on her elbow from under the covers to peer out the spacious master bedroom window. “It all depends on your focus,” she said with confidence.
Brrr!” Grace shivered. Under the overcast sky, an icy gust of wind blew a pile of late autumn leaves in a dramatic swirl tapping loudly on the window pane beside the bed. Anne shivered as well and pulled the soft covers up around both of them wrapping her arm around her daughter. Grace smiled, peeking out from under the warm comforter.
“Like today,” Anne furthered, “what’s out there?” She gestured toward the window.
“Just …clouds,” Grace observed, “…and leaves.” She sighed, unimpressed, enjoying the warmth of the bed.
“Anything else?” Anne challenged her. Grace paused, remembering their discussion.
“Sunshine!” Grace hollered spontaneously, “–but we just can’t see it!”
“Shh,” Anne placed her index finger to her lips and held back a smile, “You’ll wake the baby.”
“Oh yeah,” she whispered apologetically, “Sorry, Mom.” Anne grinned in approval of her daughter’s sensitivity.
“You’re right,” Anne reassured her daughter, validating her enthusiasm in regard to the veiled sunshine. They continued cuddling together under the gloomy sky enjoying a lazy Saturday morning together while dad was out of town. They knew the baby would soon wake. Grace watched the boxy numbers on the bedside alarm clock change from 10:26 to 10:27am.
“Hey! Here it comes,” Anne spoke suddenly in an excited whisper, sitting up and pointing out the window. Her daughter raised her head from the pillow to see.
“Oooo…cool” Grace remarked, leaning up on one elbow then sitting up next to her mom to take it all in. Together they took pleasure in squinting as three brilliant rays, one after the other, broke through the heavy clouds like exhibition spotlights. One beamed right through the bedroom window spilling brightly on the gold Berber carpet beneath them.
“I love it when it does that!” Grace shared in excitement, admiring the natural beauty.
“The sun’s peeking out from behind the gloomy curtain,” Anne commented in playful personification.
“But it was —al-ways there,” Grace added, drawing out her words, “right, Mom?” Anne looked at Grace with eyes of sweet expectation while taking a deep breath in preparation for an important recitation between them.
“It all depends…” Anne began very slowly with suspense in her voice. Grace, recognizing her words and tone of voice, smiled chiming in to finish the sentence with her as their eyes met. “…on your focus!” they quoted together in an accidental noisy crescendo.
Instantly, their eyes met with regret at the accidental volume. They paused and remembered the sleeping baby.
“Maa-!” they heard a sleepy voice from the nursery down the hall. “Maa-ma!”
They looked at each other in surprise. Anne dropped her jaw and Grace simultaneously placed her hand over her mouth.
Beside the fading beam they broke out in laughter and put on their robes and slippers to go greet the little sleepy head.
Yet he gave a command to the skies above
and opened the doors of the heavens
Let your eyes look straight ahead;
fix your gaze directly before you
2 Corinthians 5:7
For we live by faith, not by sight
fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith
But unto you who revere and worshipfully fear My name shall the Sun of Righteousness arise with healing in His wings and His beams, and you shall go forth and gambol like calves [released] from the stall and leap for joy.
1 Corinthians 13:12
For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.