I went to bed last night with a stressful issue on my mind. I woke up 1:00am and immediately began processing the event. Unfortunately, I had an unpleasant and hurtful experience yesterday. I had been praying and processing it right up to the time I finally fell asleep. I had made an error in judgment. If you are imperfect like me, you too have been-there-done-that more than once.
Rather than kindly coming directly to me, they chose to talk about it to others instead. I knew that I would resolve it today, but it still bothered me that they didn’t come to me first, hence the sleepless night. Finally at 2:00am I got up, got dressed, went to the couch and read until I fell asleep.
As usual my eyes popped open at the crack of dawn. The first thing I saw was an orange-red glow out my window and I was on my feet and out the door – phone in hand. As I stood there taking in those first morning rays and the brilliance of the sunrise, I felt reassured of a Mighty Creator’s love and I took his hand.
Oddly enough, every morning I wake up with a song in my head. I don’t know why my brain does that, it just does. It is always random and doesn’t have to be one that I have recently heard. Today was no exception – except that this time I took the time to ponder on: why that phrase; why today?
It was a line from a Barbara Streisand song: Don’t Rain on My Parade; that kept repeating in my mind. (Yes, I know I’m odd. I’ve learned to live with it. ) That one line from the song is: “But whether I'm the rose Of sheer perfection, Or freckle on the nose Of life's complexion”… Huh? After pondering a few minutes, some clarity came.
So as I’m standing there drinking in this spectacular sunrise, and conversing with the Creator, it dawns on me.... I’m that “freckle”! In other words, I am the imperfection, on the nose of life’s complexion! I’m not perfect, but the gift of life and this – this sunrise – is!
I’m okay being the freckle. I am strong enough to process the pains of life. I can forgive the imperfections, oversights and mistakes of others. In his own time, God will teach them what they need to learn as he does with all of us.
While still looking at the sunrise, I also began to process the news that my cousin just lost her only son in a tragic accident. A few years prior to that, she lost her only daughter in a tragic accident. A few years prior to that, her husband died of cancer. I wanted to get in the car and drive to Texas so I could hug her and cry with her.
At that moment I grasped the reality that there are bigger things in this world to feel hurt over and still bigger ones to come. My concern over the first issue faded and became insignificant. Move on, my brain said. And my cousin? It will take many sunrises and holding tightly onto Jehovah’s hand in the coming days and years. I gain strength and courage knowing that she will not let go.
We make mistakes. We know who we need to forgive. We have endured major heartbreaks that rupture our core. If you haven’t had one of those yet, be patient, you will. But every day there is a beautiful sunrise somewhere in this world. It can serve as a constant reminder of a Creator that loves us when we are broken, and even when we are the “freckle on the nose of life’s complexion”.
Photo By J. Santino – 06/02/2020