A Spring of Joy

I’ve written about them before… these patches of Godlight as C.S. Lewis calls them. Those moments when in the woods of our experience, we see God’s hand.

These days, it seems the woods of my experience look a bit like this:

It’s easy to get bogged down in the brambles and thorns and briars and miss what this life is really all about.

Then yesterday happened.

I got a call in the morning from the hospital, “Angela,” her tone seemed a bit sheepish, “This is the radiology department. We scheduled your biopsy on a date when they are going to be doing routine maintenance on the machine. Are you able to move your biopsy?”

I almost dropped the phone. Instead of having to make multiple phone calls, try and chase someone down from the right department to move everything so Brian could be by my side, God just handed the date change to me.

Once again He was showing me He is in this.

No matter the results.

He is in this.

He always has been.

And He is showing me huge swatches of Godlight–beautiful reminders that He is with me, with us. Even when I can’t see His hand, it is always moving for my good and His glory. It makes me want to laugh and cry and worship all at the same time.

Thank you for praying, my friends, for the small details like getting my appointment moved. He chose to answer, “yes,” to your prayers. My biopsy is Tuesday, November 5. It is a long time to sit in this waiting period… but He is with us here.

One must learn to walk before one can run. So here, we–or at least I–shall not be able to adore God on the highest occasions if we have learned no habit of doing so on the lowest… Any patch of sunlight in a wood will show you something about the sun which you could never get from reading books on astronomy. These pure and spontaneous pleasures are “patches of Godlight” in the woods of our experience.
(from Letters to Malcolm by C.S. Lewis)