A friend, Deby Dearman posted this story on her FaceBook page, and I just love it - I wanted you all to read this and be amazed again at God's beauty and wonders - I am reprinting this with Deby's permission:
A Road Less Traveled
Life seemed to be unraveling. Everything we had
counted on for our livelihood was gone. The music industry was rapidly changing
and we couldn’t seem to reinvent fast enough . . . and we didn’t have the
energy anyway. We were weary to the bone. It felt like we were sinking in
quicksand; everything we had worked so hard for was about to slip through our
fingers. We were fighting all the “dis” words: dis-couragement,
dis-appointment, dis-illusionment. Never in a million years could we have ever
imagined that what was about to happen would be the most unique, beautiful and
unexpected therapy to lift us out of the pit, into a place of wonder and awe.
A Few Fireflies
It was particularly hot and dry in late May that
year, and this seemed to mirror the heat that had been turned up in our lives.
We were taking our usual route home, which just happens to be on very dark and
winding roads in the country. In the daytime, the scenery is beautiful . . .
rolling green hills and fertile farmland. But at night, it’s pitch dark. As we
drove, the only thing visible was the twinkling of a few fireflies in the
fields. Suddenly, my husband stopped the car in the middle of the road and
turned out the head lights. Even though there were no cars coming, it made me
very nervous and I was aggravated.
A Road Less Traveled
As our eyes adjusted to the pitch-like darkness,
we noticed that there weren’t just a few fireflies glowing in the field
around us, but it seemed there were millions of them . . swirling in what
looked like a choreographed ballet. In the distance a car was approaching, so
we pulled over to the side of the road and indulged ourselves in this
spectacular, magical light show of nature. Every now and then, a car would go
roaring by, its occupants completely oblivious to this magnificent, dazzling
display of nature at it’s finest. We were sad for those who couldn’t see what
we were witnessing, even though they had the same opportunity. They were on the
same road, but were in such a hurry they missed the magic. It was so
spectacular that we decided to go down a road less traveled.
We Didn’t Want the Magic
To End
We rolled down our windows and, to our delight,
we were overcome with the fragrance of honeysuckle! For me, this brought back
precious memories from my childhood . . . of being at my grandmother’s with my
cousins, feasting on the honeysuckle’s sweet nectar on a warm summer’s eve. So
we pulled over to the edge of a field, rolled down our windows, put on our
favorite CD and cranked up the volume. All at once we entered into a
world that magical. We sensed that this was a supernatural event designed
by God to let us know that we were not forgotten; that no matter how crazy our
circumstances, He was still choreographing them – just like the firefly dance
all around us. He was speaking through nature, through a still small voice and
we were being encouraged. Reluctant to leave the “firefly field” that night
because we didn’t want the magic to end, we vowed we would return.
And we did . . . night after night for those few weeks the fireflies were
performing. We would even bring our friends. We’d invite them over and tell
them we had a “surprise” for them, then pile in our car and take off down the
back country roads. They would ask us where we were taking them, to which we
would eagerly reply, “Just you wait!”
Nashville’s Best Kept Secret
Our little SUV suddenly became the “magical
mystery tour bus.”. We would take late night picnics to our “firefly field”. .
. complete with quilt and our favorite music. I think our tour guests thought
we were out of our minds. But they were just as delighted as we had been that
first evening we made the discovery of what we called “Nashville’s Best-kept
Secret!” Some nights it seemed that the fields were an ocean and the fireflies
were illumined in rolling waves, the timing of their glow perfectly
synchronized to the music. Other nights, it was as if the fields had been
decorated for Christmas . . . every tree full of twinkling lights. There in
that field that summer, we prayed, we wept , and sometimes giggled like little
children. And we most definitely emerged from that wilderness, transformed by
God – demonstrated in nature -by something so unexpected.
Within view of the masses, the miracle of the
fireflies was noticed by only a few. To those who were willing to slow
down and stare into the darkness long enough to see the flickering lights. And
for all who are needing encouragement, there are wonders awaiting in
unexpected places. God is always speaking. So if you’re life is
unraveling and darkness is closing in, don’t be afraid. Just hold on . .
. there’s bound to be a ‘field of delight’ awaiting you, somewhere just beyond
your view. Wait quietly until you hear God’s still small voice.
Check out Kirk and Deby Dearman's ministry HERE and the story about the fireflies HERE
Kirk and Deby Dearman
