When I think of “the middle” I envision a cocoon. That is the place where something emerges different than how it entered. You can’t look at a caterpillar in a cocoon state and see the transition happening inside, but it will be seen by all soon enough. Apart from what we already know about nature and biology, no one would look at a caterpillar and believe that it possessed everything it needed to become a butterfly. But keep your eye on the cocoon.
I love a good story. There’s something about watching someone experience, struggle through and grow from a challenge that does something unique for my heart. I don’t know exactly when I realized it, but I’ve known for quite some time now that I’ve been living out a story, with the days of my life providing a narrative pointing to the glory and purpose of God. I’ve believed this for awhile, but it was about a year ago when I was reminded that the story being told is always greater than the sum of the characters in the cast.
I was first introduced to the music of Sigur Rós when I lived in Dallas in 2007 by my friend Brad. I will never forget the first time I heard their music. As I sat there and listened to their album “Takk…”, my heart was completely overwhelmed by the pure beauty of what I was hearing, and I was moved with such emotion, literally to tears.
Perspective is a funny thing. I remember when I was a child, being so fascinated with those optical illusion puzzles where the static picture seemed to move and take on different shapes right before my eyes. Or I could look at the picture for hours and see nothing a bunch of multi-colored circles, while someone else would look at it and see a lion, ready to pounce from the canvas onto the unsuspecting onlookers.
Every single day I am learning to be more and more aware and in tune with what my heart is prone to, choosing to lay those things at the cross and looking to Christ as my ultimate source of worth, acceptance and identity.