The writing is on the wall.
What does the “writing is on the wall” mean?
Daniel 5: 5-6
“In the same hour the fingers of a man’s hand appeared and wrote opposite the lampstand on the plaster of the wall of the king’s palace; and the king saw the part of the hand that wrote. Then the king’s countenance changed, and his thoughts troubled him, so that the joints of his hips were loosened and his knees knocked against each other.”
Well to us it means something a little different, at least lately. Last summer Tracy put a few words on the walls throughout the house. I like them, I thought they added flair, and not facebook flair, throughout the house. The best part, I didn’t have to do it, she did it all by herself and she did a great job. Recently those little sayings, portions of scripture, insights to our family, have taken on more meaning.
Every morning I rise early for two reasons, to trade and to do my devotions. About 10 years ago I started getting up earlier for work to have devotion time and it is one of the best things I have ever done. It was not easy at first, but now it is part of my life, and a crucial part. I do these devotions in my kitchen and the last few weeks I have noticed something that has been there for months, something that lately has been poking me right in the eyeball. Yes it is painful, not physically but in my soul. It is a phrase, more accurately a portion of scripture that has had increased meaning in my life the last few weeks. It is not something I want to look at, not something I want to do, not something I want to see, but obviously I need to see it and obey it. I had not shared this with anyone, because I don’t go around bragging about my short fallings, I let them speak for themselves, and they like to shout. This is what I see first thing every morning.
No ambiguity here.
The other night Tra shared something with me that Jolynn shared with her. Jolynn told her that during her prayer time for Jo, a couple words kept coming to mind. She was not sure she wanted to share, not sure what they would relay to us, hope, encouragement, false hope or an unknown meaning. She knew what they meant to her, but didn’t know what they would mean to Tra, or me and she didn’t want to relay the wrong message. Only a true friend would have an internal struggle such as that. Meanwhile, every evening after Tra gets into bed, she lays there thinks and stares as she fights for sleep. What does she stare at? She stares at some words, some words that she put on the wall last summer in our bedroom. Coincidentally,or more aptly divine intervention, from where she sleeps she looks right at the words, the exact some words that Jolynn felt she should share with us. Jolynn was not aware that the words were on the wall, or that Tra stared at those words until she fell asleep every night. That perhaps those words add a little comfort in a time of chaos and uncertainty. We are still not 100% sure what those words mean to us. They could mean hope, patience, faith, so many things to so many different people and different things to each person depending on where they are in their life. But there they are. We start every day and end every day with the same eight words. Eight words that could mean so many things to one person at any given time and change their meanings with flow of life. What are the words? See for yourself:
So the writing on the wall has been affecting us both, and yet neither of us knew until a good friend decided to share what was in her soul. Words are powerful, scripture is more powerful, not painless, but powerful, and it will strengthen us.