by Elise Hooper

If we don’t find Him in the small things, how will we ever find Him in the big ones?

~Elisabeth Elliot



Eliana, come look!


I called to her from my seemingly perpetual post at the kitchen sink.


And she’d heard the summons before, at the same hour, so she gasped and jumped to her feet, long legs and long braids flying.


I wiped my hands and bent to lift her, legs and braids and all to my hip so she could reach the window.


And as always, she looked past blurry glass and over power lines and chicken coops and big white barn and saw…


Oh, just for me, right Mama?


And I nodded and nuzzle her soft cheek with my nose and looked long.


Pink, she breathed. The setting sun had lent a pink shawl to the mountains, slow blush creeping up her high peaks.


We’d told her that He sent pink in the sky just for her, knowing (for He knows all things!) how very much she loved that color.


And she claimed the gift and delighted in it whenever she could. He sent the pink, just for me! she marveled again and again.


Because, didn’t He?


Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. James 1:17


And when my arms tired and I shifted to lower her, she reached for the window and planted a kiss on it for the sunset, turned green eyes heavenward for Him, saying, Thank you, God!


And this is how I see today. Through streaky glass, over power lines, peeling paint on neighbor’s old barn… through the pink sky and right into the Heart that loves my girl so much, He sends the pink just for her.


Hands full of suds and heart full of girl, I turn to my work and thank Him for fresh perspective.


And claim the gift of eyes drawn up and out.


Pink is my favorite color, too.



Elise is a homeschool graduate and a minister’s wife. Together they worship with and care for two communities in Midvale and Weiser, Idaho, and homeschool their five children. When she has a little time to spare she loves to write, sew, and find new ways to make their sweet little parsonage a place of warm hospitality.

Committed to helping parents fulfill their God-given right and responsibility to educate their own children.