I Spy...


After washing, chopping, sauteeing, boiling, simmering, microwaving, warming, buttering, serving, disciplining, helping, wiping and ushering, I turned around to finally dip a large spoonful of my homemade vegetable soup into my bowl.  And, lo and behold, the large serving spoon I'd used for everyone else had gone "missing."  It was hiding.  Like a trinket in an "I Spy" book.  Thankfully, a pair of young teenage eyes spotted it under a cob of corn I had ladeled out of the soup and placed on a plate nearby.

It's times like these when I think to myself, 'I'm just never going to catch up, am I?'

But, that's ok.  The longer I live in the fast lane of carpools and lessons, grocery runs and baseball practices, the more I begin to enjoy this game of sorts.  This game of "I Spy - The Reality Show Version."

I spy things like grassy little snow boots tossed by the back door mid-run into the house .  And, moments seem frozen in time, in a way, when I spy a pair of jammies (moist Pull-Up still inside) tossed behind the bathroom door during the morning scramble.

The latter of these "finds" reminds me of how my children and I were rushing around to get hair combed, shoes found and waffles eaten. But, better yet, it reminds me of how we sang on the way to school to Bob & Larry Sing The 70s and how I peeked in the rearview mirror just to spy on my "babies" and to catch a glimpse of their sweet little faces that bring me such joy, albeit messy.

And, so it is with a sense of great gratitude for three little gifts and one now teenage gift that I spy a certain book near my bed.  THE Book.  My Bible.  And, inside I spy all that I need for life and godliness.  Yet, when it comes to Jesus, I don't have to "spy" anymore.  He is there in plain sight on every page.  Old and New Testaments alike.  He is visible if we but call upon His name in true repentance to make the rough places plain and to turn our darkness into light.  And, I realize that it is because of Him that we even have a serving spoon or corn on the cob or a grassy yard to call our own!

So, thank you, Jesus, for all that you give us, for all that you are and for all you have done to bring us into a right relationship with our Creator, The Father.  The one who doesn't just "spy" us out there in the rubble of our sin.  But, the one who never tires of seeing the messes we've made.  The One who cares for us and takes a long look past the chaos in our lives and who plucks us out and calls us unto Himself, through you alone, Oh, Christ.
"But the eyes of the LORD are on those who fear him,
on those whose hope is in his unfailing love,
to deliver them from death
and keep them alive in famine.
We wait in hope for the LORD;
he is our help and our shield.
In him our hearts rejoice,
for we trust in his holy name.
May your unfailing love be with us, LORD,
even as we put our hope in you."
                                ~Psalm 33:18-22


  1. oh man--I need to print this and somehow hang it directly in front of my eyes all day long.

    Beautiful writing:)

  2. Hoped over upon the suggestion of my DIL's post. Love this "I Spy" post so much. Brought back precious memories of my mom "playing" this game with my sister and me. AND....I play it now with my grandson.

    Love the analogy...God is good!! I am so thankful His eyes are on us ALL the time.


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