God is Brooding over our very lives this very day. Genesis 1:2. Darkness was on the face of the deep. Was it the same darkness that we have every night in the pitch black of the fortnight?
It's a soundless moment, Then a Word Spoken and a Creation painted for us, not for our curiosity, but for our very souls to know this---There is a Creator. Genesis 1:3. And He knows you.
And once upon a blackness, the Creator moved over the burgeoning darkness and gave energy to a nascent world. He brooded like a mama bird over its young, says the Hebrew commentaries. And I believe it was George MacDonald who alluded that we were then born in His Thoughts in that darkness. Beams of dazzling light began to unwrap, unravel, undo the chaotic mass.
And it happens every morning---it happened when I played under the house---where no adult could reach me---a pier and beam house at 3120 Palmyra Street in New Orleans. I had my tiny plastic Coke machine and my Barbie dolls. I'd make myself a Coke in a teeny one-inch soda fountain glass and I would sigh in relief. I was safe there from all that swirled around in the house above me. No one else could fit under the house to reach me. My parents spent their days and nights protecting me. God was brooding and moving in my life but I really didn't know it. And here I sit several decades later, in Austin, Texas, in a house with a precious granddaughter who is like the face of God to me.
God is moving but this time, and I know it. The words spilled out back at The Beginning and created the vault of the heavens and the earth. The Creative Spirit of God is the principle of all life. This is the only Center we have and know, my friends. And He is still hovering over you and your life this new day, new year. I pray you may know deeply His moves, His hovering. Especially over your darkest spots.
The dark nights have always been the hardest of times for me. Still are. This I know: A Good God is brooding over all my nights and days. "One Grand Providence," (MacDonald) if we just believe it.
My Prayer this day is for all those for whom He came. May we deeply find in 2024 a Providential God who broods over all our days and nights.
PHOTO: 30,000 feet above the Earth. On my way to visit grandkids in Kansas City. The ones I dedicate this book to that the Living Word may melt their hearts with His Word.
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