“I can see your heart in everything you’ve made”
Hillsong
The words caught my attention as I drove to work one morning, sun peeking through the heavy clouds, opening up a segments of the mountains for my view.
Sign …
That’s my soul language … the amazing nature of creation.
If I feel heavy with the struggles of life …
the light of a sunrise or sunset can catch my breath,
spring flowers can bring a smile to my face,
a surprise path-crossing with a coyote can make my heart sing,
a ladybug holding tightly to a rose bush can give me child-like glee,
or (like last night) the song of an owl late into my sleepless night,
can remind me that I have a heart within me created by the same one who spoke life into all creatures, who set the Earth on it’s axis.
“For once you have spoken,
all nature and science follow the sound of your voice”
For me it is God’s beautiful, amazing and wonder-filled creation that reminds me that, no matter the weight on my shoulders, no matter the sadness in our world, no matter that I do not have the answers, He does. He’s got it. He is big enough for whatever I am not.
Not only does creation realign my mind, heart and soul, it also reminds me that my calling, like the rest of creation, is to praise the creator.
“If creation sings your praises, so will I”
This is my father’s world, and it teaches me about the one who created it, and the pride he has taken in each and every part of it. Through what he created I come to know his heart, he attention to detail (just look at a bee under a magnifying lens), his vastness (just look up at the stars on a clear night, or the changing moon), his miraculous ways (the metamorphosis of a caterpillar to a butterfly), his redemption (just look at how a dead seed, planted and watered, comes alive again), his love (just look in the mirror).
And to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings
The music of the spheres
The birds their carols raise
The morning light, the lily white
Declare their maker’s praise
I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas
His hand the wonders wrought
Oh, let me never forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong
God is the ruler yet
Why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is king, let the heavens ring
itsawonderfilledlife 