Susan Shelton Dollyhigh is a free-lance writer and speaker. She is a contributing author in Spirit and Heart: A Devotional Journey, Faith and Finances: In God We Trust, The Ultimate Christian Living, and I Believe in Heaven with Cecil Murphey and Twila Belk. Susan's articles and devotionals have appeared in Connection Magazine, Exemplify Magazine, Mustard Seed Ministry, The Upper Room, and The Secret Place. She is a contributing online writer for Christian Devotions, Internet Café Devotions, and The Christian Pulse.
I bowed my head and prayed, "Dear Lord, thank you for this beautiful day. Please bless this cereal to my body. Amen." I dipped my spoon into the bowl and filled it full of crunchy flakes, plump raisins, and cold milk.
"Ummm, ummm, I love Raisin Bran."
I took a few more bites, dropped my reading glasses from the top of my head to my nose, and opened my Bible. I read awhile, then dipped my spoon back into the bowl and brought it up to my mouth. Now my dentist has always told me that I have a small mouth, ahem, so I guess that's why I missed the opening and ended up with milk dribbling down my chin. I turned from reading to clean my face and noticed that my raisin bran looked a little strange.
"Some of those raisins are really small."
I pushed my reading glasses up my nose and leaned in closer.
"Ugh! And they are swimming in the milk!"
I spit and sputtered, and then glared at the surviving ants. But they didn't notice, they were too busy floating around in the milk, catching waves on raisins, and lounging on bran flakes. They were totally oblivious to the fact that a dollar pair of reading glasses had just saved them from being eaten alive. Ugh!
In Psalm 119, the psalmist asked God to open his eyes so he could see wonderful things in His law. But the psalmist wasn't referring to his natural eyesight that allowed him to read words and discover historical facts. The psalmist was asking God for supernatural illumination so he could understand deep, hidden, secret things in God's Word. He wanted to see spiritual things – God's glory and beauty and excellence.
Before I read my Bible, I pray and ask God to open my spiritual eyes so I might have discernment and commune with Him. And these days, I'm asking Him to help me remember my reading glasses - even when I'm eating cereal. I can still taste those raisin brants.
Ask God to open your spiritual eyes. The supernatural experience is out of this world.
Father, thank you for giving us spiritual senses so we might experience You in all Your glory. In Jesus' Name, Amen.
Six-year-old Katelyn walked into the house after returning home from church instead of bouncing, running, or skipping as was her usual style. Her small head was lowered and her forehead furrowed.
"What's wrong, Katelyn?" I asked.
She looked up at me, but the frown remained.
"My teacher told me something sad. Let me get a piece of paper and I'll show you."
She placed a white sheet of paper and a box of markers on the coffee table, got down on her knees, and went to work. I squinted confused, as I watched Katelyn pull a brown marker from the box.
"Don't watch, Nana. I'll show you when I'm finished."
"Okay," I said, and went into the kitchen to prepare lunch. In just a few minutes, Katelyn walked into the kitchen.
"Here, Nana. This is what's wrong." She handed me her drawing. Katelyn had drawn a yellow sun in one corner, grass sprouted from the bottom of the page, and a big brown cross reached to the sky. Scrawled in childish handwriting were these words: "Jesus died here. So sad."
I looked at Katelyn and our eyes met. "He died, Nana. Jesus died on the cross, and I am sad. Does that make you sad, too?" I heard sadness she tried to choke back.
My precious granddaughter had learned what Jesus endured to be our Savior, and the awful truth broke her sweet heart.
"Oh Katelyn, yes, it makes me sad, but I need to tell you the rest of the story. Jesus died on the cross because He loves us so much. He died on the cross for you and for me and for everyone in the world so that we can be forgiven when we sin, or do something bad. Jesus died so that someday we can go to Heaven and live forever with all the people we love. And do you want to know the best part of the story, Katelyn? Jesus came back to life – did you know that? God raised Him from the dead and took Him to Heaven where He still lives today. We can talk to Him anytime we want by praying."
"Oh," she said. I watched the sorrow melt from her face. "That's good, Nana. Okay, I'm going to play."
Katelyn heard the news, and joy returned to her heart. She bounced down the hallway to her room, all the while singing, "Jesus loves me, this I know."
Katelyn's reaction to hearing that Jesus died on the cross caused my heart to ache, and I experienced anew the sorrow of my Savior's torturous death. But then I remembered the rest of the story, and joy flooded my soul.
