I absolutely love driving out in the country. Day, night,
stormy or clear, the scenery is breathtaking. This past weekend, a dear friend
and I made a whirlwind trip up north and got our fill of stunning, natural spectacles
in the process.
As we headed back home, night had fallen. The sky was
perfectly clear and splashed upon it were millions of lights. We pulled the car
off of the highway and down a quiet dirt road to get a better look. Drinking in
the sweet smell of the woods in the near spring, we craned our necks, gazing in
wonder at the stars and picking out the constellations that we recognized. How
small we were in the grand display of God’s splendor that night.
Walking back to the car, what caught our eyes but the
winsome delicacy of newly budded pussy willows? And there he was again; His
glory in the tiny bud that knows, somehow, when it is safe to open.
Still filled with the wonder of the previous sky scape,
we came to the top of the last hill before the big city. A blanket of lights that
draped across the horizon met us – proof of what the great orange glow above
was reflecting. And there again was his glory - in the ingenuity of mankind and
the overpowering beauty of thousands working together to create something
beautiful in its functionality.
Quickly, I’m settling back into everyday life. Dishes
have begun to pile. The laundry from my trip waits to be washed. And yet,
somehow, the glory from that night sky spills into everything.
We build snowmen in the back yard and my fingers tingle
with the wet, cold of “Olaf’s mom” as I lift her body into place.
I make donuts as Chloe plays in the sink, her big eyes
sparkling of more blue than seems possible.
Getting dressed in the morning, perfect little toes
wiggle as Isaac and I giggle together, trying to get those mismatched socks
onto the wiggly toes.
A tune is stuck in my head from choir practice last
night. Chloe echoes in a singsong tone,
“sneezing, sneezing, sneezing”.
The donuts are powdered with soft white sweetness. Emily,
with her compassionate little heart, breaks hers to match Chloe’s.
It’s still outside with the grey-white sky quieting every
sound. Each car that passes makes a gentle swish as it goes through spring-like
puddles.
Everywhere,
absolutely everywhere, is his glory.
“Holy, holy, holy is the LORD of hosts;
The whole earth is full of his glory!”
Isaiah 6:3
It’s easy to forget; to get caught up in the darkness of
night.
But there, in the night, shine his stars.
There, in the night, the city glows beautiful.
Here, in the everyday, glory happens.
Will you look for it with me? Together, let’s be overcome
by his beauty!
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