MEG CARRIE

Meg Carrie: Cloudy Vision

I WAS DRIVING THE OTHER MORNING JUST BEFORE DAYBREAK, A HALF AN HOUR TRIP TO A SEASIDE SPOT I’VE GROWN TO LOVE, ANTICIPATING THE ARRIVAL OF THE SUN IN ALL ITS GLORY.

I’d had a blurry couple of days and a serious case of what I’d like to call “cloudy vision” - unclear, uncertain, undefined vision. As if my head and my heart were waiting to put on their contact lenses, scrounging around trying to find them in the dark, only to come out empty-handed.

You see, having moved to a new city purely based on a sense of peace, I have known nothing beyond the day that I’m in. For an A-type calendar-loving gal, it’s been a daily battle to surrender the version of the plan that I’ve had in my head, to slow down, to pace back and to drop my control at the foot of the cross.

When I’m in these zones, I head to the sea, sometimes at sunrise, sometimes at sunset. It’s where I’m most aware of God. Where the veil between Heaven and Earth thins. Where His voice is near, and where I get to marvel in the magnificence of His creation.

As I was driving, I looked out at the sky and was a little disappointed to see that there were no clouds, no puffs of white for the sun to latch onto on its inevitable climb up the sky. Some of the most spectacular sunrises I’ve witnessed have been a combination of sun and clouds both leaning on each other to create their magic.

And then I heard God whisper, “Can’t you see it? When there are no clouds, I don’t have anywhere to display my glory”.

“OEF.”

My cloudy vision, my lack of control, my surrender is the very place that He gets to show up and show off. My unclear, is His “Just you wait and see”. My uncertainty is His “You don’t even know how good it’s going to get”; and my undefined is His “I know exactly where we’re going”.

My cloudy human vision leaning on the certainty of the Son, with a renewed assurance that at daybreak, we will collide together in magnificent glory.

Love you Xx