When driving back to the Chicago area at dusk recently, the trail-marks of O’Hare’s jet planes made a beautiful criss-cross pattern in the sky highlighted by a gold and blue sunset. I could hardly pay attention to the road for wanting to stare at it, so I snapped a photo instead, to study later. The jets that made the trails were nowhere to be seen, but we knew they’d been there because of what they’d left behind.
When I walk through my house and see baby items, I know a baby has been here. Of course they belong to Emerald, and she lives with us, so that makes sense. But even when she’s tucked into her bassinet, out of sight and sound, evidence of her former presence has been left behind.
That’s true even for my other 6 grandchildren. Today I was sweeping when I noticed something cute on one of the heating duct grills. It was a tiny window cling in the shape of a flower. I’d given all the children sheets of the clear, Jello-like decorations, and most of them lasted only long enough for a day’s play. The purple flower, however, had gone astray and became a sweet reminder of the children who had recently stood playing in that place.
God leaves reminders of where he’s been, too, hoping we’ll recognize his activity and think about the fact that he was nearby. If we take the time to notice, we can see his “trails” all around us, for example outdoors every day. They’re visible in large ways (the heavens on a clear night) and small ones (the diligence of a squirrel transporting acorns).
We can also see God’s trails in people, like the testimony of someone whose life has been changed after committing to Christ. We see it when we watch a tiny start-up church flourish and grow, when a girl forgives the one who abused her, and when a terminally ill person dies with a smile on his face. All of these things are trailer-markers letting us know God was there.
One major difference, though, between God’s trails and those of jetliners, babies, and preschoolers is that after he leaves his mark, he doesn’t leave. He stays with the new Christian, the growing church, the girl who forgives, and the dying man.
And about that dying man? When his soul flies away, it’s so quick and complete that not even a wisp of a trail will be left behind him.
[Our lives] ”pass quickly and we fly away.” (Psalm 90:10)
I always enjoy your posts and very often I am tempted to write to you and tell you how they’ve been so meaningful to me. But today I saw your picture of a sky full of chemtrails and I can’t keep quiet. I used to think they were signs of passenger jets also but someone told us the difference. A normal jet trail is very short and disappears quite soon. A chemtrail is a conspiracy to control things that used to be controlled by nature. They can change our soil to affect crops. They can change the air we breath to affect our health. We have heard that they can affect our weather. Just now when I quickly googled it, it said that they can contain blood. I haven’t read about that yet to see what that’s all about. Our only hope is that our lives are in God’s hands! Thank you for sharing your life!
I have no idea where the person got their information about the ‘chemtrails’….one thing I DO KNOW……the best way to conquer and destroy….is to instill FEAR (False Evidence Appearing Real)…..and are we not under attack? The information may be true, but God’s Word is truer and the ‘trails’ made a beautiful picture! Thanks, Margaret