“My words are plain to anyone with understanding, clear to those with knowledge.”
With the soaring temperatures over the past few weeks, the wildfires to the west are generously pumping out smoke.
And generously sharing that smoke with their neighbours.
I noticed it at breakfast.
I was enjoying said breakfast outdoors. The moment was serene. Birds chirped, flowers flowered, and clouds – er, clouded.
Things got a little fuzzy after that.
I was having trouble seeing, so I checked my glasses. (They were desperately dirty, but that’s beside the point).
Lenses freshly clear, the world – wasn’t.
It was distinctly hazy.
The smell a few minutes later confirmed it.
Smoke. Definitely smoke.
And getting smokier by the minute, too. Soon the edges of the yard were hard to see. I kept blinking, instinctively seeking to bring clarity, cleanse the view, focus.
The view cleared on its own in time.
It rather reminds me of life.
Some days, we see clearly. Navigation isn’t an issue. Visibility is excellent.
Other days, the path is more obscure. We aren’t sure which way to go – or even which way is up.
We keep wanting to rub our eyes. Blink away the smoke. Clean our lenses.
And none of our efforts bring us any clarity.
It is in these hazy moments that we can rely on God’s truth.
You know why?
Truth is always true, whether you can see it or not. Whether it is popular or not. Whether it is upheld or trashed, venerated or dismantled, truth is still truth.
On those days when you aren’t sure because things are looking a little murky, the principles in God’s word can help you solidify your vision, gain some equilibrium.
The thing is, the smoke usually clears on its own.
Meanwhile, we have a few choices.
We can huff and puff and freak out that we can’t see properly.
We can go inside, close the door, and hide from the smell.
Or we can wipe our glasses, centre ourselves on the sidewalk, and move forward into uncertainty with confidence.
Truth is, there are more smoky days coming.
Lots of them.
You and I are going to have to make our peace with not always being able to see the way we’d like. There will always be a fire burning out of control somewhere – and a sky filled with breezes to blow it right into our faces.
We need to be able to navigate even when we can’t see straight. When our way is obscure, we need to learn to sit in the discomfort of not knowing what to do. The fires of life are a gift! Because when smoke gets in our eyes, it drives us to seek clearer lenses.
And in the seeking, in the fumbling, in the uncertainty of living this one wild life we’ve been given, there is Jesus. Waiting. Guiding. Holding out truth and hope.
Loving us back to Himself.
Got some smoke in your eyes, friend?
Hold tight to the promises. Don’t give in to panic. Use the moment wisely and seek clarity in God’s Word.
Learn to lean in on the smoky days with me?
Father, how glad we are that You never change, and Your truth is sure and solid. Help us not to be anxious, but seek You when we aren’t sure what’s ahead. Thank You for Your guidance through the complications of life. Amen.