I was flipping through old pictures yesterday and when I got to this one I paused. I couldn’t help but take a moment and drink in the beauty again. I took this picture one Monday morning back in January after dropping my son off at school.
This morning today’s reading in Jesus Calling was Psalm 19: 1-2 “The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge.” I went on to read the rest of the Psalm . I love what verses 3 & 4 say too…”They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them. Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world.”
I love how the beauty of creation is a universal love language. No matter where you live or what language you speak, people are given the opportunity to recognize and stand in awe of beauty like this. Rich and poor alike can stare up at the sky and allow this gift to touch their heart.
I’ve said this before but I honestly can’t comprehend how any one could pause and look at something like this and have any doubt there is a Creator of it all. And, when I follow that thought through, my mind tends to think about the creation of people and the miracle of little beings growing inside a mother’s womb…the timing, the intricate details. It’s all so incredible to me.
A couple of days ago, my 10-year-old son , Sean, wanted to look at some of his baby pictures again. And, of course, this momma eagerly agreed to the request! We sat on the couch, flipped through the photo album and reminisced. On one of the first few pages, we came across his footprints. The hospital made the ink impressions the day Sean was born. I stared at these again and smiled. They were so tiny. It’s hard to believe that those same feet are now as big as my feet. I recalled how, as a toddler, my son would sit on my lap with his back leaning up against my chest and I would take his little feet in my hands and shake them around yelling “naked toes!!” Sean would let out a shriek/giggle. We would do it again and again, my son never losing enthusiasm for his mom’s silly made up game.
The JJ Heller song “Your Hands” came to mind as I was writing this post. I thought about how those same hands that crafted this sunrise and created those little naked toes are still personally involved in shaping each of our lives today. Those same hands hold onto us through all the twists and turns we encounter. Those same hands promise to hold onto us through all the pain and all the tears. Those same hands are always outstretched and never clinched, no matter how many times we lose our way or loosen our grip…they wait for us to return.
“Your hands that shape the world are holding me…they hold me still.” ~ JJ Heller