Most days I move through life uninspired and un-amazed. It is my belief that most of us do. With my husband working out of town and my children grown, there are many weekdays that I am robotic like in my daily life. Wake and have Bible study, hot shower and hotter coffee, long drive to work, eight hours of work, drive home, cook, wash dishes and laundry. Read a little bit (or sometimes a lot). Sleep, wake, rinse and repeat. It’s called the “daily grind” for a reason.
Most days I find relief in this reliable repetition. I am thankful for the predictable parts.
Most days I am okay with the sameness of my days. The lack of drama.
But once in a great while, without warning, a day comes along that demands a little more.
Once in a great while, I wake and feel rebellious. I drink an second cup of coffee, read a few extra pages, stop at the grocery store on the way to work. In my own tiny ways, I break the daily cycle. (Even in my great rebellions, I’m not too adventurous! Ha).
Yesterday was such a day. I deviated from the norm by reading a few extra chapters in my Bible study, and ran across something that changed my perspective for the entire day. Love when that happens. It’s like a sweet, heavenly cupcake sent straight to me from God.
I was reading in Matthew about Jesus defending himself. He was saying He could call down twelve legions of angels to help Him if He wanted. I looked it up. That’s around SEVENTY-TWO THOUSAND angels…I imagine them with swords, muscles and sweet voices. The beautiful blond haired female angels of my childhood get all mixed up with the long-haired muscled men with flaming swords found in my adult Bible studies…my mind just takes off trying to picture them. The image in my head is vivid. Seventy-two thousand! Probably more!
All day yesterday, when my mind should have been on the piles of work on my desk, concentrating on my job duties, it was in the clouds imagining angels in heaven instead.
I think we get bogged down in the ordinary here on earth. We stare at ballgames and nightly news, bills and dirty dishes. We stress over wrinkles and weight loss. It’s so easy to make these our priorities because they are right in front of us. Facing us. Taunting us. Taking our time and money. Draining our energy. Demanding attention. These are the things that seem important. Things that have to be dealt with. Real and tangible. They are “earthly’ things.
That’s why a day like yesterday was such a gift. Because right in the middle of my earthly duties and predictable daily schedule, God gave me some very dramatic heavenly thoughts.
All day I imagined those angels. I don’t think they are dealing with dirty dishes this evening. I don’t think they dread the bills in the mail or worry about gaining weight.
I think they are singing today. Praising today. Every day. I think there are at least SEVENTY-TWO THOUSAND of them up there having a big celebration right this minute. Clean, beautiful, happy. Free of stress and schedules. Close your eyes and think of that.
All my life I’ve heard of storing up heavenly treasures…concentrating on heavenly things…yesterday was a day when that made sense. I got excited. I felt ready. I would have gone on to join them gladly if God had called my name. Instead he just gave me a glimpse of what is to come. A little slice of heaven in my mind. A cupcake to start my day.
I get too caught up in this earth. I forget that I am just living in the first chapter of the book. Maybe even just the introduction. These are the opening credits. I’m not even into the body of the book yet. The body of Christ. There is so much fun up there waiting on me!
I am so excited to get there and see what it’s all about. I am so excited to stand in the middle of seventy-two thousand angels singing and praising. I can only imagine. I can only imagine. I can only imagine. They are waiting on me and I can’t wait to meet them!
For today, I will carry on with my “rinse and repeat” cycle. I have already broken up the routine by taking time for extra reading and writing this morning. I will go to work and sit quietly at my desk for the next eight hours. I will look very earthly on the outside, with my wrinkles and weight gain. But if only you could look into my heart and soul, you would see what I am imagining, anticipating. Worshipping, praising, beautiful angels. Thousands of them.
Praising my Lord. With me standing right in the middle, singing with the loudest voice of all!