One Thing You Must Know About Being in the Spotlight

by | May 26, 2015 | Encouragement


Under afternoon cloud cover, just before rain spits, H and I sit on the empty concrete step in front of the entrance to a closed building with containers of paella burning our knee caps. Directly across from us, through portholes between legs of people, I watch a woman strumming a guitar and singing country sadness at the Portobello Market. The smell of paella and sound of her voice have been stamped in my memory for over a year now.

It wasn’t the songs that initially attracted my attention but the gaunt, leathery appearance of a survivor; a bird whose wings have been clipped by what life has dealt her.

And yet, this singer in the spotlight on a street corner, she isn’t allowing brokenness to stop the music of her life from flowing out. The membrane of the melody makes me curious about the faces of God somehow.

She illustrates the tension of life we all experience but are not often vulnerable enough to admit.

While fearless and faithful to exercise our gifts, we are, some of us, a small flicker of the flame God ignites within us when we become overtaken by the cares of life.





On a wooden chair, I sit at a table that normally seats two adults and four children under the age of six. H and I converse with a lovely couple who have welcomed us with red wine, hummus, lasagna and Ben & Jerry’s – in that order if you were wondering.

After fledging attempts from both of us with messaging and emails and then trains being cancelled at the last minute, we manage to agree on Saturday night for dinner. And arrive thirty minutes late into a quiet house that was a hurricane of chaos minutes earlier, so they tell us.

Sometimes determination to push past the road blocks of life can prove to be small miracles of God’s kindness when trusting in divine providence.

They have been married eight years to our twenty-five this month and when they ask (in their beautiful English accent, I must add with deep fondness) what we miss about living in the US, all I can think about is God knew we would be sitting in their house when we heard their two year old whimper from the monitor.

The same way He orchestrated meeting each of the people who have played a part in the circuitous route our lives have taken.

While I am looking for plots in the stories of others like a journalist hungry for information, God is confirming His existence in the faces of people.

In The Alphabet of Grace, Frederick Buechner writes, “How do I happen to believe in God? I will give one more answer which can be stated briefly. Writing, novels, I got into the habit of looking for plots. After awhile, I began to suspect that my own life had a plot. And after awhile more, I began to suspect that life itself has a plot.”





On a stool, in front of my dressing table, while holding a tube of concealer and Q-tip, I look in the mirror and make an admission to H. A realization about the ways God has answered my unspoken prayers of wanderlust.

I have lived in the plains of the Midwest and in the arid desert, on the top of a rocky mountain and a stone’s throw away from the ocean, in the hills of the South and in the urban center of the world’s largest city. In hot, cold, wet, dry and temperate climates; in a townhouse, apartment, historic home, condo, new construction and borrowed terrace house.

On a random May morning, when the last two swallows of tea are cold in my cup and the birds are convincing me it’s warm out, I unlatch the window and look at my bare face illuminated by sunlight, a breeze blowing the curtains back.

All the years of my life exposed as a collection like the highlighted sentences in a favorite book; forgotten but remembered at the right moment.




The faces of God are moving, mysterious and most often revelatory when at the same time; I have forgotten myself and remember His faithfulness.

We are, all of us, singers of story, harmonizing with brokenness; the face of God to someone who is watching.

Perhaps He is spotlighting your life right now for the sake of someone who needs to see His presence in the midst of crowded circumstance. Don’t allow situations to snuff your song out.



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  1. Elizabeth W. Marshall

    Tears. The beauty and truth pierce my heart today. I was thirsty and you lifted the cup of water to my lips.

  2. Sharon O

    beautiful words, telling a story, amazing pictures to absorb. a gift.

  3. DeanneMoore

    Jeff and I made tab curtains out of the cheapest muslin fabric we could find when we moved in a rent house while he was in residency. The machine was a Singer and it must have needed oil (?) because we burnt the engine during the process.

    We drove by that old house not too long ago and those curtains are still hanging there!!! I think of God’s faithfulness to take us in an all together different direction than we were heading. It was a beginning of a chapter I would have never penned but now, in hindsight, see clearly the thread of story and characters that have graced our lives in the best and worst of times.

    Thank you, dear friend for these reminders. I needed them as you know. So many revelations framing the windows of a blessed life.

  4. Celeste

    All I can say after reading this is thank you.

  5. Paula

    I think the old, portable Singer I sewed for you on was very similar. Love your ability to illustrate with your words AND images.

  6. Nancy Ruegg

    I was just thinking this morning that the sad, uncomfortable business of moving from place to place does include its blessings. Steve and I have moved twelve times. Saying good-bye never gets easy. But had we stayed in one locale all these years, we would have missed some delightful experiences, like living near the beach when our kids were just the right age to enjoy it. And we never would have known some wonderful people. God knew the lessons he wanted to teach us, the people with whom he wanted us to harmonize for awhile, and the blessings he wanted to bestow, All in his good time, in his well-chosen places. I am so grateful for the life-plot he chose for us! Thank you, Shelly, for giving added depth to my beginning thoughts.

  7. pastordt

    A lovely, lyrical elegiac essay with gorgeous photos. Thanks, Shelly.

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