It’s midwinter, predawn. A woman (O.K., it’s me) is driving through the countryside on her way to a job that is no longer the right fit. It’s itchy and uncomfortable like a wool sweater next to the skin. She’s a downcast soul, with no clear view of a path forward, praying to God for strength to make it through that day.
Turning on a Christian radio station, she glances across the hills of an empty field, a field that seems to echo her view of future job prospects. God doesn’t give her a new job that day, but he gives her what he knows will sustain her: a touch of beauty. As she looks at that field, God decorates its emptiness with a brilliant red sunrise, accompanied as if on cue by angelic voices coming from the car radio. Celine Dion and Andre Boccelli are singing a song this woman has never heard before, a song called “The Prayer” that together with the dawn has created a breathtaking masterpiece right before her eyes.
Her soul is lifted. She carries the beauty of that perfectly orchestrated moment in her heart even now, because it speaks of God’s intimate love and care for her.
“Because your love is better than life, my lips will glorify you… My soul will be satisfied as with the richest of foods; with singing lips my mouth will praise you.” Psalm 63:3, 5 (NIV)