The sky was fiery pink this morning. Pink like hope sprawled wisps of light across a mesmerizing blue canvas backdrop. I inhaled the coolness of early autumn. A giggly thank you bubbled out to Abba for this little Sukkot teaser.
These Days of Awe have been like a Mikvah (cleansing). And the more that is washed away the more my own laughter startles me at its easy release. Weren’t we made for joy? To meander through the most spectacular garden on Earth while all our senses were cheered with color and fragrance and light. To take in every sunset with our Best Friend-Papa-Creator? This washing clean of our unforgiveness, our pride, our offenses, our control brings us a little closer to the garden. Removes the muck that hinders The Spirit from flowing completely through us. Why would we delay? Repentance can be like a bad word; sin is certainly not a word that inspires conversations at parties, but why not? Why are we afraid of our shortcomings? Aren’t shortcomings a given at this part of the story? To look at our brokenness is to begin the journey of restoration.
Restoration of what? Not to put it too simply, but, the sunset in the Garden.