Sometimes God gives a reminder of just how big he is and it makes my eyes leak.
26 years ago last month, our second oldest daughter was born in Mexicali, Mexico a month before I turned 12.
Today, her 13 year old little sister in serving in that same town, along with her father and about 60 others from our church family.
I saw this picture, along with a few others and I was deeply moved as God whispered to me again of his unmatched big-ness in it all.
-How he wove us together through all the broken and labeled us forever family at ages that still make me laugh.
-How that then poor 10-month-old, drug exposed, failure-to-thrive baby girl, arrived a week before her big sisters–making her first but not oldest.
-How I was told no and never to becoming mom to all three of them.
-How now that baby with all the labels is 13 and wanting to help change the world–her beginning absolutely unable to trap her in chains of forever.
-How she is wanting to love and serve those in Mexico in the name of Jesus, even as her heart aches with love for her two older sisters.
There is redemptive beauty in this scene, a beauty beyond my ability to completely see or understand, but I see it spilling out like light around the edges. God’s power, his ability to redeem, his goodness, how he weaves together a story–it takes my breath away. He is the master storyteller.
Sometimes we are tempted to want to pull a string that we don’t particularly like and remove it from the tapestry of our life– but it would change the whole masterpiece. We are the masterpiece and God has got us– in all the beautiful and broken details. One day we will be able to see it all clearly, until then, I am thankful for the amazing, redemptive snapshots.