I have had a fetish for bubbles ever since I was a little girl! 

Balloons, not so much! An early childhood party game scarred me for life and made me a ballon hater! Do you know the game I’m talking about? Everyone at the party lines up in two lines, like a relay. There is a chair in front of each line about 100 feet in front of you and it is facing you. Each willing or unwilling participant in line is handed a balloon that is fully blown up. When the “master of ceremonies,“ or parent in most cases, counts to three and says go, everyone runs forward to the chair and places the balloon on it. Then that same person begins sitting on the balloon over and over until it POPS!

That’s right, you heard me, you sit on it until it pops! What sadistic adult decided this was a great game for kids to play. It sounds like a gunshot goes off the minute you land plop flat on the surface of a hard chair! I need to say no more to express to you why I am a balloon hater! 

Bubbles however, I am in love with those beautiful, translucent, soft floating, silent-popping, gems which quietly fall in beautiful goodness!

My grandma blew bubbles with me when I was young and we would laugh and chase them to see how many we could pop before they popped. Now I blow bubbles with my grandchildren and we run and laugh and chase them and try to see how many we can pop before they pop by themselves!

Bubbles are beautiful to watch as they float slowly down to earth and seem to capture every beautiful piece of light behind them! You can see through them in their transparency, but until they pop there is still only a partial complete picture.

Right now, I am looking at life through a bubble. Yesterday marked week eight of my healing journey. I fully expected to be writing this Blog in celebration of my recovery being complete. There is no greater lesson that I have learned through this eight week journey then that God is in control of the outcome and not me! 

I am still seeing life through a bubble. A literal bubble, a gas bubble that still remains in my eye from surgery 8 weeks ago! I have vision, but much like those beautiful translucent bubbles I enjoy blowing and chasing, it is partial and unclear. 

As this bubble persists, I am reminded of a spiritual truth that it represents!

“For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face.” 

 I Corinthians 13:12

This scripture speaks to the spiritual Truth that until we see Jesus face-to-face everything else we see is dim. It is simply a reflection of the perfection that awaits for us in heaven!

Perfection is not possible on this earth. We are flawed, imperfect and only a mere reflection of what we will be in heaven when we are made perfect! The world we live in is also flawed and imperfect. As beautiful as the trees are as they stand tall full of green leaves, the season will change and the leaves will turn and wither and fall and they will stand bare and imperfect! 

So, I am choosing to thank God today that my bubble has not yet gone, “Poof,” and that I am still seeing imperfectly through it! Because it continues to teach me that even though things are not perfect now, they will be perfect on the day I see Jesus face-to-face! 

PRAISE HIM!

TRUTH BOMB

True perfection will only be seen when we see Jesus face-to-face!

Speak Truth Love