A Thanksgiving Silhouette
As I sit here watching the Thanksgiving Day sunrise outside the windows of my den, and see the grays slowly turn warm purple, and the pinks begin to morph into a blazing red, I am reminded of the awe of the Lord God. I see the silhouettes of the mostly leafless trees against the backdrop of this Artist’s canvass, and I am reminded of the dull and plain condition of my life, in comparison to the vast, indescribable beauty, of this Great God.
Then the wind begins to blow through the limbs, and they start to dance! As a result of the beauty of their backdrop, even the simplistic, non-featured limbs and trees begin a beautiful, intriguing, and fascinating performance of worship to His Glory.
Isn’t that just like us and God? Our lives are dull and plain – mere silhouettes of barren trees – until the beauty of The Lord becomes our backdrop.
The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me…
…To grant those who mourn in Zion,
Giving them a garland instead of ashes,
The oil of gladness instead of mourning,
The mantle of praise instead of a spirit of fainting.
So they will be called oaks of righteousness,
The planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified.
(Isaiah 61:1a, 3)
So, on this day of giving thanks, as I ponder the long list I could make of true blessings for which I am sincerely grateful – I can only pause and realize that among them all, there is truly only One that matters. For without Him having turned my mere silhouette of a life into something more than ashes, nothing else would be of significance – nothing else could even matter. And for that, my Lord and King, I am eternally grateful.
May this life of mine, that was once a barren tree, indeed now be called an Oak of Righteousness, because You, my Jesus, have planted it for Your Glory.
May the canvass of Your beauty – be the backdrop of my life. Amen.