“No one lights a lamp and puts it in the cellar or under a basket, but on a lampstand, so that those who come in may see its light. Your eye is the lamp of the body. When your eye is good, your whole body is also full of light. But when it is bad, your body is also full of darkness. Take care then, that the light in you is not darkness. If, therefore, your whole body is full of light, with no part of it in darkness, it will be entirely illuminated, as when a lamp shines its light on you” (Luke 11:33-36, HCSB).
We pulled two chairs up to the front window. With my help, she climbed up onto one of them, then, patting the spot next to her, said, "chair sit momma." I sit down, and then we watched as cars drove up and down the street. "Car, car, car!" She says, excitedly, laughing with glee. To little E, this is the highlight of her day. To me, it's a minute I could have easily passed by.
I'm still in my jammies, unbrushed hair going crazy on the top of my head. But, for once, I really don't care. Let them all see. Let all the neighbors see my morning frumpiness as I sit and enjoy my little girl.
So often, I put on a polished front. I think that my hair, my clothes, my house must be just so. But here, right now, I'm at my most natural. I'm sitting, my cup of coffee only just started, sleepy brain still intact, enjoying a simple moment in this thing called life.
This is the real me.
My thoughts turn to Jesus' words in Luke 11 about our eyes being the lamps of our entire bodies. I wonder what other people see in me.
Yes, they see a frumpy girl in her pajamas at the moment. But do they see anything different? Do they see Jesus when I'm at the grocery store, when I'm at the gym, when I'm with little E at playgroup each week? Is it evident in the way I treat my friends, the way I raise my daughter, the way I love my husband? Am I a lamp, proclaiming Jesus, even in my pjs? I hope so.
It's a deep thought for this early in the morning, but I often find that God speaks in the simple moments when I let my hair down and take in the view through the window.