Beautiful flowers never cease to amaze me, even take my breath away. Then there are the fall colors, setting my soul on fire, making my heart sing.
Almost 35 years ago, when my world had fallen apart, when Larry was still in the hospital almost three hours away from us, while two children were running through the house and I was laying on the couch, our third waiting to be born into an unknown, chaotic world—a dear friend, Sharon, brought me a gift. A small gift, in a box—something new she accidently found at a little drug store—a little statue—one of the first Jonathan and David figurines ever made—Beautiful, with simple truth, that somehow, in God's simple way spoke truth to my wearied soul...... "Praise the Lord Anyhow."
(God, speaking to me once again, to say "Thank You.") And everytime I held that little piece of pottery, I did. I thanked God. I thanked Him for what He was doing, what He had done and what He would do. All I could do was PRAISE THE LORD, ANYHOW.
Recently, while reading One Thousand Gifts a connection was made for me. My desire, my need, my love of beautiful things, beautiful, magnificent, awe inspiring sights comes from my desire to see and understand God's glory. In His steadfast love and faithfulness He continually reveals Himself to us even in the times of our deepest struggles. He shows us His glory through creation and work of artisans who create for His glory. You see, we were created with a need to know God, to see Him and through His revelation of Himself in creation and in our desire to create we understand His glory in that creation.
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