On this beautiful late summer morning I watched the sun rise over our little mist filled valley.
I was struck by the sunlight as it pierced the still fully-leafed trees, revealing brilliant shafts of light radiating from dozens of gaps in their leafy crown. Fascinating. Beautiful. It then occurred to me that the only reason I could see the beauty of the light was because it struck – it reflected off the light mourning mist. How interesting. I was not seeing – I could not see, the light itself.
I was seeing only what the light revealed. The beauty and the realization came together as a sharp reminder of God’s own beauty. We can never see God. We can see only what God reveals to us. And that is enough.