We have a hider in our family.
Our oldest granddaughter, who will be turning three in just a couple of months, likes to hide. She hides behind chairs or the family room loveseat. Sometimes she just pulls a blanket over her head and hides that way. And she loves to peek out to see if you’re coming to find her.
Peek-a-boo. It’s a fun game for babies and toddlers and I’d venture to say most of us have played it over and over with a little one.
Lately, the sun has been playing this game around these parts. Some days, it shows its beaming face readily and gifts us with its warming rays. Other days, it hides completely behind dreary rain-filled clouds. Still other days, it peeks out from its hiding spot for a bit just to see if we’re watching.
Last Friday, I was out gallivanting with a good friend, one of my lifetime pals who has been in this friendship with me for 50+ years. We attended a Christmas craft open house in an old barn – I’m still boggle-minded over the amount of items (and people) crammed into that space! – and then we treated ourselves to lunch and visited a nearby shop’s open house as well.
During our little excursion, the sun kept up its peek-a-boo game with us, sometimes causing me to don sunglasses, only to take them off again. At the end of our trip as we neared my home, the sun dropped its blanket of clouds and shone mightily.
Right on my house.
Literally, the sun’s rays were like laser beams focused on my house. My white-siding house practically glowed like a brilliantly illuminated star and my friend exclaimed, “Look at your house! It’s shining!”
It was as if my house, and only my house, was hogging the spotlight. Gleaming. Practically sparkling. Radiating light. It was kind of weird, yet amazing at the same time.
Later as I recalled that moment, something occurred to me. Maybe that’s what heaven will look like. As we near it, we’ll have the sense that we are home. And home will be shining. Light-filled. Dazzling in brilliance.
Nothing will be hidden. All will be once and for all brightly illuminated.
And the Light of the World (Jesus) will be there to welcome us home.
What a comforting thought. And now as I recall that moment when I saw my home encased in sunlight, I’m thankful that the sun peeked out through the clouds just for me. I only wish I had had my camera with me, but of course, when I entered my home to retrieve it to try to capture this unbelievable sight, the sun had slipped back undercover once more.
That little moment in time – that peek — was gone for now, but my friend and I perhaps experienced a glimpse of things to come and peek just happens to be this week’s photo challenge.
“The best we can hope for in this life is a knothole peek at the shining realities ahead. Yet a glimpse is enough. It’s enough to convince our hearts that whatever sufferings and sorrow currently assail us aren’t worthy of comparison to that which waits over the horizon.” ~ Joni Eareckson Tada