Hopping into Rod’s lovely new V6 Commodore after the 42 degree day of our wedding in 1986 – pre air-conditioning being the usual thing – meant we were seriously happy in the expectation of the marvel of instant cool air about to greet us. All the photos show shiny faces, slicks down the centre backs of all the guys suit coats and a heightened glow that had more to do with the temperature than anything else.
So about 11pm we jump in our decorated tin-canned car laughing, turn on the air con… and a crate of confetti hurled itself in the blasting chilled air all throughout the car, stuck to our faces, got in our clothes and embedded in our memories as one of the most enduring moments of our years.
Rods younger sister had struck 🙂
The next morning another confetti cloud burst forth and for as long as we had that car – every now and then one more little piece would pop out randomly and bring the memory and the laugh that came with it.
Over the last 4 years God has been doing the reverse with a particular verse He keeps putting in front of my face. It’s one I have known since forever… one that is commonly heard… but one He spoke loudly and specifically at a certain point in time and which keeps on increasing in volume and frequency of appearance. It started with the occasional pop and the rapidity of His reminder is starting to pepper my face.
I think He wants my attention.
Increasingly.
While intention and its carriage are often different things, it is my current intention to record an album of the times and ways this verse comes at me.
I’m thanking Him for His persistence on this… I get lost on side trails that feel like main trails so terribly often.
Three times since Sunday.
Spiritual confetti 🙂