(To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.) The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork. ~ Psalms Chapter 19:1
“Look at these Emma. Aren’t they beautiful? I picked them up on my way to work this morning.”
The first thing I did, after agreeing that the leaves were truly beautiful was to arrange them in a pattern. Surely these five things, three maple leaves, a pine cone, and some kind of seed pod are related, somehow…
Yet, as I stared at the items in the little pattern I’d made after several reshuffles. I hadn’t made them any less or more beautiful. I hadn’t added or taken away from their originality. They were what they were… in and of themselves, awe-inspiringly exquisite.
Then I saw it… in full force… as I looked up out of a window. The magnificence of God’s presence in nature… The beautiful colors of autumn! A time of year distinguishable from all other seasons. A season, so majestically represented by the items, which I arranged in my humanly attempt to make them better… but couldn’t…
Rarely a day goes by, that I’m not reminded of God’s presence in His creation. My consciousness to this very notion of God’s manifestation in nature has increased down through the years. It began in earnest early spring, many years ago. I would longingly admire a tree that grew in one of my neighbor’s yard. Each day, as I pulled into my driveway from work, I would think, ‘That is such a beautiful flowering tree. The cream and lilac blossoms are just gorgeous. I wish that was my tree.’
As if out of nowhere, a voice inside my mind whispered, “What would you do differently, if the tree was in your yard?”
“Absolutely nothing…” I immediately answered out loud.
Ever since that day, I have thoughtfully appreciated the beauty of nature, no matter where I see it. For everything is owned by God. All of nature was created by Him. That is why, we have full access to appreciate and enjoy the scenic multicolored leaves of autumn. Making it easy to recognize glimpses of our awesome God, who creates such timeless beauty.
God Bless… I am Wiley’s granddaughter.