“The sun will be turned to darkness and the moon to blood before the coming of the great and glorious day of the Lord.”
“I watched as He opened the sixth seal. There was a great earthquake. The sun turned black and the whole moon turned blood red.” Revelation 6:12
Last night a few friends and I were driving home. I was pissed off for reasons I can’t even remember and everyone else was laughing and singing along to music.
Half way through the car ride Alex screeched “Y’all look at the freaking moon!”
We all turned but couldn’t see anything because the houses were blocking our view.
We kept driving until we got to the lakefront, and there she was.
I had never seen the moon so big before. So tangible.
I just sat there on the ground thinking about Revelation 6 and trying to imagine what the moon would look like if it turned blood red at that moment.
Then a thought occurred to me.
What if it took the moon turning blood red for me to notice it?
That night I was in a horrible mood.
Had it not been for Alex, I doubt I would’ve looked at the sky at all.
I would have missed the harvest moon and its craters and the white streak on the black lake.
Our friends would’ve missed that moment of sitting on the ground staring at The Light and marveling at the wonder of its Creator.
But, that was not God’s plan.
Missing out on an opportunity to marvel at His love and faithfulness in something as simple yet profound as hanging a light in the sky every single night is never on God’s agenda.
My agenda, however, consisted of
9:00-10:00 p.m. Sit around and mope about my feelings.
10:00-11:00 p.m. Dwell on my horrible mood and dissect the reasons for my moment of discontentment.
I thought about Alex and then about the hundred other people that God has placed in my life to do exactly what she did that night, to point me to the beauty of what He does.
God’s plan never includes us looking at ourselves more than looking at Him.
So, He stepped in.
He used my present circumstances, down to every single person who He intentionally placed in that car, to give me an answer to my question of moodiness.
“You took your eyes off of Me.”
I focused my gaze on myself instead of on the One who loves always and desires to bless abundantly.
I got trapped in a maze of myself.
But, in classic faithfulness, He provided a way out for me.
He threw someone into that moment in my mind to, without even knowing she was doing so, divert my attention to someone and something bigger than myself, to remind me that my purpose here isn’t mine at all. It’s His. I belong to Him and if I could consciously offer up the things of myself, including my thoughts and my moods,
I could see the Light.