We long for those perfect moments in time when our skin is rosy and flushed with anticipation and excitement. I feel this pleasure when I walk onto a perfectly groomed golf course, with a backdrop of majestic scenery and the lingering smell of fresh cut grass. I can’t wait to get up to the No. 1 tee and see if my first drive lines up to my exhilarating expectations.
But life isn’t always rosy. On the pathway to our perfect winter vacation, family gathering or glorious plan for the future, sometimes a boulder plunges into the middle of our hopes and dreams. That’s what happened to me on November 11th, 2016 when my beloved husband Jack suddenly dropped on our kitchen floor and died shortly thereafter. Darkness. Pain. Aloneness. Lost dreams. The pleasures of Christmas plans and a New York vacation smashed into the ground.
How do we get our rosy cheeks when life falls apart?
As I dug further into the root word of “bisorah” I found it to be “basar” which means cheerful or joyful…and rosy. So the effect of the gospel is to receive hope through good news that brings fresh joy. Add to that the wind of the Holy Spirit and once again, over time, my cheeks will be rosy.
This is not a zip-a-dee-do-dah, unrealistic pipe dream.
The good news of the gospels reminds me that God is my good shepherd. That nothing can separate me from His love, that He holds my good future, that He will take care of me and never leave or forsake me. Those promises became life to me as I struggled to embrace my new reality.
My heart longs for spring and the smell of fresh cut grass and for my cheeks to be rosy once again. I know this awaits me because the Bible says: “Surely….”. Now that’s a solid “bisorah” promise.