My four boys have gone through a number of vehicles. For a while Peter had a black Jeep. Until he owned a Jeep, Teckla and I had never noticed how many Jeeps were on the road—they are everywhere around here. Dylan drives a red Civic, so small red two-doors are always catching my eye. The other day we noticed a bright blue Dodge pick-up like Dallas drives, but then sadly remembered he had moved to San Diego (now Olathe, Ks). Even though Claude has lived in Kansas for a couple years, I still notice maroon Toyota Corollas like his. However, none are as ugly.
Although some say love is blind, often it is relationship that teaches us to see. Love trains the eye as well as the heart. When I am failing to see much of God at work in my life, the problem usually isn’t a failure to see God; it is a failure to love to him. Like black Jeeps in Oregon, signs of God’s glory and goodness are everywhere.
