As birds chirped in our ears and bees buzzed by on their way somewhere important, we watched in silence all the activity that was bursting forth from the grasses, thistles, and blooms. And God met us there in our own silence even though we were the only ones being quiet. Ideas began to bubble up. . . ideas about the good news. . . ideas about relationships . . . thoughts about ministry. . . a feeling of God's mercy and love enveloping us like a warm blanket.
Every texture, ever single petal, every wing are a work of God's art, drawing us into the beauty held within. . . a beauty often overlooked as we rush to and fro never stopping to notice the stamen or pistal, never getting close enough to see the tiny hairs on the underside of leaves, failing to notice the color palette of the divine artist.
Even this one. . . life gone out of it, disappeared back into the earth for the next generation. . . has beauty and texture to behold. Patterns of curls and twists and turns that capture the imagination of the seer. . . if only we would stop to notice.
Where have you seen something beautiful recently? Perhaps in the eyes of your loved one. . . maybe in the smile of a friend. . . maybe, like me, in a flower or a weed. Take a moment to notice, to let it affect you, to register in your brain and in your heart and give thanks to the Holy Artist, the one God of heaven and earth, for all of his creative activity. Amen.
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