When I was in HS I was a huge fan of Days of Our Lives and I adored a super couple, Steve “Patch” Johnson and Kayla Brady. Every time Steve called Kayla “sweetness” my heart melted. It’s such an intimate name…indicating the delectable flavor of something that turns bread into cake, crackers into cookies, and lime juice into margaritas…with tequila of course!😜
The sweetness of God is the reason I’m still a believer. Just when I’ve rationalized God out of my life and begun to grieve over the crisis of my faith, God’s intimate sweetness comes in the form of an phone call, a special memory, a dreamed of job offer, a card of encouragement, a random song or line in a book that hits my heart with purpose and special meaning…some confirmation that God is involved and with me on my life’s journey…this is the sweetness of God. Little reminders (that some call god-incidences) invigorate my faith and keep me searching for truth, dedicated to love and hope and joy in spite of the darkness all around. Forgive me if I’ve shared this before, but I’m reminded of Puddleglum’s speech in CS Lewis’s The Silver Chair,
Puddleglum : Suppose… suppose we have only dreamed and made up these things like sun, sky, stars, and moon, and Aslan himself. In that case, it seems to me that the made-up things are a good deal better than the real ones. And if this black pits of a kingdom is the best you can make, then it’s a poor world. And we four can make a dream world to lick your real one hollow.
Green Lady : How dare you threaten me!
Puddleglum : As for me, I shall live like a Narnian even if there isn’t any Narnia. So thank you very much for supper. We’re going to leave your court at once and make our way across your great darkness to search for our land above!
When Puddleglum was lost in the caves of earth with the green witch, he remembered enough of where he was from to know what was presented as real before him was nothing but a counterfeit version of the truth. Ah this sounds familiar doesn’t it? This world with all of its governments, glitter, power, and gold distracts us from the longing in our hearts for home. Those special transcendental notes and nudges try to gently guide us back to where we belong….yearning for home.
I recently received an email from a long lost treasured friend who somehow has been reading my blog! I’m so tech illiterate I didn’t realize it was searchable…I had one of my sons help me make the account and have just been writing because I’ve always wanted to and realized I’m already in the autumn of my life without ever penning anything! The knowledge that even one person, especially someone I have known and respected, has been impacted by anything I have written is both humbling and honoring. Thank you to each person who reads any one of my musings. Not coming from a professional angle to writing, I almost see this blog as my diary of thoughts, and it’s very easy to forget anyone might be reading it. I have consistently prayed that God would use my blog to speak to any person who “has ears to listen.”
To have heard from a special friend from the past was another sacred moment, the sweetness of God. Know in your hearts my friends, you are remembered and loved by many who have crossed paths with you, and you are remembered and loved by God. Be looking for the eternal in the everyday and may you be blessed with your own intimate sweetness of God this week.