Timing. It's everything. Releasing one explosion of vibrant color at just the right moment, just after the one before makes all the difference. I've watched him over the years perfect the timing of fuse lighting, turning it into an art. Brief moments of delay with anticipatory silence before the next, whoosh, bang, Wow! Wonder splashes itself across the darkness.
Family, bought with the same blood, found themselves in the midst of a fire this week. Lightening hit with such force it knocked her off the sofa and took out a wall. Forced out of their home for a few weeks...can you see it, too? Perfect timing. Our home is free to be theirs while we are gone. When I caught a glimpse of it, that moment of connection of the fuses, my heart whispered, "Wow!"
These are the seasons of life when God's glory floods the expanse of your heart in such great measure that you don't think He can possibly trump Himself, display more. And at the very moment you are convinced the show is over, as the last sparkle dies down, the next wave begins, leaving you breathless, completely awestruck at the Beauty exploding before you. His blasts blow out the walls, creating room to receive more of who He is.
This week I celebrate seventeen years with the man who continually makes me see fireworks. What an adventure, a joy, a treasure these years have been! No matter how far apart we are home is always where he is. I can't wait to see what the rest of our life holds.