As a token of appreciation for donating to one of the brothel raids carried out by The Exodus Road, I received a “Freedom Rock,” with the name “Lilly” on it. Lilly was one of the girls who had been rescued. Her name was hand-painted on the rock by an artist, and on the back of the rock was the date and location of her rescue.
When I got my rock, I was confused. I was looking for Lilly but only saw strange characters that looked like teardrops, surrounded by dark ink. I assumed it was a foreign language, one particular to South East Asia, where most of The Exodus Road’s work occurs. I left it at that, glad to have received the rock and aware of its significance, yet not making the name connection.
A week or two went by. I reread the thank-you card that came with the rock. I would remember to pray for Lilly, but I still couldn’t see her name. They did say Lilly, right? Maybe they made a mistake, I thought.
One day, after almost giving up, I turned my head at a slightly different angle and squinted at the rock. For a nanosecond, Lilly showed up! I had to be seeing things! I looked again. Nothing but weird squiggles. But I had had that flash of recognition, that split second when the name jumped out at me from that smooth rock.
Now, I look at my rock and see Lilly clearly. The focus that had eluded me was replaced by a pellucid rendering of the name.
Of course, this got me to thinking about the “Lillies” that elude us daily.
I think of the opportunities that have slipped by me, relationships that I didn’t perceive as beneficial because my myopia kept me from discerning their true value.
I remember offers that at first blush seemed ever so tempting and worthy of pursuit, only to realize farther down the road that they weren’t worth my time and energy. My vision was blurry, and I avoided trouble by the very skin of my teeth.
I recall decisions that I took with great certainty, trusting in my own wisdom and not inquiring of the Lord. My heart, mind, and eyes needed a course correction. I missed the unmistakable writing on the wall.
What are you expecting to show up in a particular form, but so far it hasn’t? What if that relationship, that job prospect, that financial blessing were to show up in a totally unexpected way? Would you discern it?
Do you need to approach a new venture, idea, or process from a different angle to get the results you anticipate?
What if the opportunity you seek so desperately is right under your nose, but your tunnel vision of how it should look is blocking a clear shot at that grand prize?
Are we too busy, distracted, and fragmented to see what’s hidden in plain sight?