Unorthodox Salvation

She noticed more when she walked.

Driving seemed to blur the details of life, speeding past the monotony, avoiding the rough spots.

So much assumed at 55 miles per hour.

Those tiny details, the stubborn daffodils thrusting through the broken earth on some forgotten plot of sod, the wispy tentacles of the weeping cherry dancing softly in the wind as the evening larks sang their lullabies, all unnoticed.

Piles of trash and rubbish distracting from the soft glow of a porch lamp inviting her to grab a book, pull on a blanket, and curl up in the oversized wicker chair to take in the smell of spring.

That glorious concoction of fresh cut grass, blooming hyacinths, and damp pavement from that afternoon’s rain shower was overshadowed by the stale, pine fragranced air of her air conditioned haven.

How much of life’s details had she missed in her hurriedness?

Would all of her assumptions be one day disproved by means of simply taking time to notice the little things of life that make things beautiful?

How many relationships salvaged by seeing past the obvious flaws and into the heart, where surely some goodness lie?

To simply walk with one another through the mess, the ugliness, and the rough spots of life, taking time to notice those small, redemptive, and eternally significant details might be her ultimate salvation.

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2 responses to “Unorthodox Salvation

  1. The psalmist was right: “Be still and know that I am God.” He also took notice of the beauty of creation: “I will lift up mine eyes to the hills..” I wish you could see the hills bursting into springtime color here!

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