We woke up to lace in our trees, doilies on the grass, a crystal coverlet pulled up under the chin of our world.
Every inch glistened and sang. So the girls ran for the boots and hats. And I ran for the camera.
In the created world, there’s no such thing as “just.” No such thing as just another snowy morning in Iowa, just another sunrise, just another dawn, just another breath, just another maple leaf, just another wisp of cloud, just another ice crystal. The created world is a miracle, every last glorious inch of it, because our God is not “just” another God.
And I just want to know: Is this how snow praises its Creator, in diamonds strewn on farm fields?
God brushes earth alive, coloring it with proof that He is infinitely grand and good. Sure, I find God in my Bible, at my country church, in my messed-up little heart … but I also find Him performing magic in the out of doors.
This is God, showing off.
His world reminds me that the steadfast Lord is shouting down through the universe: “You are loved. You have nothing to fear today. For I am with You. I know what you need today, child. And as a bonus, did you happen to see what I made for you this morning?”
Anna draws a heart in the snow, with God’s name in the middle.
I walk through the winter wonder-world of my backyard, saying the words out loud: “Oh my God, You are so creative. I’m overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by this.”
We don’t worship creation, of course, but beauty outside is a daily reminder of God’s faithfulness and provision. This beautiful world reminds us how ridiculously small we are,
and how vividly gorgeous the world is,
and how you have to be paying attention so you don’t miss some of
the Lord’s stunning artwork hung on the walls of your everyday.
I spy a “Y” in the photo above! Do you see it? (Here, a post about the significance of Ys in my life.)
Exploring beauty with writer Laura Boggess today, who encourages us to make “Playdates with God.”