The heavens declare the God’s glory, and the sky shouts his handiwork. Day to day, night-to-night, they are revealing his magnificence. Everywhere in the world, through everything he has made, God is speaking and revealing himself. Ps.19:1-4
Heavenly Father, slow… us… down. This passage is both an invitation and a rebuke. You want us to know you. You want us to marinate and marvel at your truth, goodness, and beauty. You long for us to taste, see, hear, touch who you are, and what you are saying—not just in your Word, but also in creation. Hallelujah, and thank you. May we repent of hurry as a way of life, always getting ready but not getting “there.” You are the “there” for which we have been made, Abba.
The pouring forth of your nature-speak is endless, wondrous, and sumptuous—a visual kaleidoscope, an auditory megaphone, an aromatic smorgasbord of delights. How can anyone with any degree of sensual awareness ponder creation and not worship you—the Creator of all things?
Father, thank you for the sonic-symphony of waves, crashing on the shorelines of the world, the song of the loon, and the giggle of a toddler. Bless you for the all the Alps—with their knee-buckling wonder and heavens-reaching majesty. You hand paint every Brook, Brown, and Rainbow trout in the world. You gave melody to The Beatles, symphony to Beethoven, and harmony to the Beach Boys. Personally, I worship you this week for Lake of the Woods, Minnesota, shoreline lunches, the sweetness of Walleye, and guys sharing hearts, stories, and life on mission.
In every sunrise and sunset, you say to us… I love you. I am pursing you. I did this for you, and it’s just a foretaste of the life you will enjoy forever in the new heaven and new earth. I gave Jesus to you, and for you. Your need is that great and my heart, grace, and joy are that big.
Abba, thank you. So Very Amen.