The parsonage (house) provided by First Mount Dora sits on a hill at the end of a short street with a cul de sac. At the bottom of the hill is Lake Gertrude, a lovely spring fed lake. My route to the church takes me along the lake for a half mile or so. I slow down at two spots each time I drive the road, at the approach to a curve and at a speed bump. I’m so thankful for those spots. Over the past several months, at each spot, I look out on the lake, view the character of the lake and of the light, be it sun or stars. Sometimes smooth as a mirror, other times blanketed with fog and often somewhere in between. Seeing the water and the light every day and following their respective characters as they change gives me joy. I have no idea why since I was afraid of water until I learned to swim three years ago. Something about the lake simply makes me joyful.
Some days I wonder whether God looks at us that way. Does he pause to see us as we work or worship? Does he smile simply because we are here? Does he watch in wonder as we live as who we are? I hope so since that might mean that looking at us gives him joy. Until I had children, I had envisioned him sitting in judgmental disappointment at all the ways we find to wander away from him. As a Mom, though, I know my children could still give me joy even when I shook my head in disbelief at their antics of disobedience. So, I now think of God watching us like the father he is and Christ watching as the brother he is while the Holy Spirit keeps inviting us closer to all three persons of the Trinity.