Linking up with Lisa-Jo for Five Minute Friday. Friday is a time when we “write for 5 minutes not worrying if everything is just right.” You can come join in the fun HERE.
I’ve said this before but I’ll say it again. I have a difficult time understanding how people can look at a breathtaking sunrise, stand by the ocean’s shore or touch the tiny little hands of their newborn child and not believe there is a Creator of it all. People want hard proof that there is a God and I say open your eyes. Open your eyes and take a few moments to look in front of you!
Those sights alone are proof enough for me that there is a God out there. And I’ll go one step further and say the same God who painted that morning sky orange, red, and yellow cares deeply for us. He gives us sights like these to breathe in every single day. We are given the opportunity to unwrap them like a present under a tree. Sometimes, I wish we could do a better job at understanding and remembering the incredible miracle of creation. I wish we could fully grasp all the good things God has done for us. If we could, I think we would go to bed every single night with the same kind of overflowing anticipation of a child waiting for Christmas morning.
What’s going to be waiting under the tree tomorrow, Lord?! What are you going to teach us? How are you going to wrap Your arms around us and love on us again?
As I was writing this, a quote from GK Chesterton came to mind. This is the kind of open-eyed faith I want to have.
“A child kicks his legs rhythmically through excess, not absence, of life. Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, “Do it again”; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony.
It is possible that God says every morning, “Do it again” to the sun: and every evening, “Do it again” to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them.It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.The repetition in Nature may not be a mere recurrence; it may be a theatrical encore.”
Cynics look high and low for wisdom—and never find it;
the open-minded find it right on their doorstep! (Proverbs 14:6 Message)