Every room in my house is sprinkled with glitter. In preparation for baby girl’s wedding in December, we’ve got red glitter tulle. We’ve got silver glittered snowflakes. We’ve got glitter sprinkled curly willows.
In fact, once hubs painted those curly willows white and sprinkled them with glitter, he even stopped calling them crazy willows, creepy willows or spooky willows. Now he calls them “pretty.”
A little glitter can go a long way in turning whatever is crazy, creepy or spooky into something pretty.
This morning I noticed a sprinkling of glitter on the floor around me. No doubt it had attached itself to my body and I’d trailed it through the house as if I was sowing seeds of delight. Shedding glitter. Littering.
That reminded me of Jesus.
That reminded me of Jesus.
Everything God makes is good and beautiful and shining. If God ever littered, ever had something He shed, sprinkling it as He went about, leaving trails throughout the heavens, it would appear to us as sparkling delight. God's litter. Glitter.
Now when I traipse through the house and find sparkles of glitter where there should be none, I think of God and imagine that He’s walking through the house with me (He is) and that He’s filled with so much glory (He is) that He leaves sparkles of God-litter wherever He goes. I only have to hold my head just so and let His light shine on it for me to see it sparkle.
The perfect way to hold my head just so? Bowed in prayer.
PRAYER: Heavenly Father, thank you for your sparkling delight. Thank you for leaving a trail of your glory for us to see. Help us see it today wherever we are. Help us to look just so and see that your light is shining on us. Amen.
WHAT ABOUT YOU? Do you have a fun memory involving glitter?
