Consider a tiny dew drop -- glistening in the morning sunlight. Even though the winds blow strong, that little droplet, seemingly insignificant in the overall scheme of things, continues to reflect and radiate the glory of God's creation --
Each blade of grass, although completely independent of the others, waves in perfect unison with the others to its Creator -- crying, Good morning, Lord!
As each tiny leaf floats through the air to find a nesting place in the grass, it too declares the awesome and relentless plan of God. It's the end of one season -- time for another to begin.
Beautiful, man-made structures, never mind how grandiose they are, cannot compare to the majesty of God's creation!
Romans 1:18-20 NLF says,
"18 But God shows His anger from heaven against all sinful, wicked people who suppress the truth by their wickedness.
19 They know the truth about God because He has made it obvious to them.
20 For ever since the world was created, people have seen the earth and sky. Through everything God made, they can clearly see His invisible qualities—His eternal power and divine nature. So they have no excuse for not knowing God."
Think about this: we all have different fingerprints, retinas, voice waves. Every one is different. That was not an accident.
Psalm 19:1-4a NLF says,
"1 The heavens proclaim the glory of God.
The skies display His craftsmanship.
2 Day after day they continue to speak;
night after night they make Him known.
3 They speak without a sound or word;
their voice is never heard.
4 Yet their message has gone throughout the earth, and their words to all the world."
Job 12:7-10 NLT
“Just ask the animals, and they will teach you.
Ask the birds of the sky, and they will tell you.
8 Speak to the earth, and it will instruct you.
Let the fish in the sea speak to you.
9 For they all know
that my disaster has come from the hand of the Lord.
10 For the life of every living thing is in His hand,
and the breath of every human being."
A tiny, lemon-chiffon colored butterfly flits from dandelion to dandelion -- enchanting me with its carefree nature -- and to think, it has only days, maybe moments yet to live. And... it was once a caterpillar!!!
Just over there -- a dragon fly darting about on its merry way with its intricately detailed wings and seemingly over-sized body.
Then there's the grasshopper -- hopping from blade to blade... with no real purpose visible to man except delight for a child!
Speaking of a child reminds me of the lightening bug. For what purpose, other than to delight us, was that little creature made? This carefree little creature takes no thought that it has only hours to live -- or whether it has years to live. It goes on its merry way, delighting its Father by doing exactly what it was created to do -- bring Him pleasure and glory!
Crickets -- their purpose? Who knows the detail He intended for them but they delight us with their chorus.
Crows -- obnoxious and rowdy -- have their purpose in cleaning up otherwise forsaken debris left by other animals and man-made vehicles.
Who tells the geese when it's time to fly north? Who tells the geese when it's time to fly south? Is it just a "fluke" of nature that each creature knows and accomplishes its rightful task?
A teeny twitter from the chickadee is the only indication of its presence. But that twitter delights!
A bumble bee -- flitting from flower to flower -- "sniffing" each one with delight -- all the while accomplishing God's purpose for its little life.
The teensy humming bird -- how else could it sink its tiny beak into those radiant-red, trumpet-shaped flowers but to be enabled by its Creator to dart in an instant from forward to reverse and back again!
Hmmm... what's this? A microscopic moth?!? How beautiful! How perfect! How majestic! How perfect! WHY? Who knows? God.
The sun comes up
The sun goes down
The seasons come and go
How can we think:
"There is no God!"?
We must only look around!
Thank you, Father God, for Your attention to every single detail of my life! Thank You for loving me.
These were musings from a silent retreat in 2006. Silence is golden sometimes.
