Bolts of light cross and traverse the sky, without boundaries, without leashes; they part the air with such power that the air molecules rip apart creating sound waves we call thunder. The magnitude of velocity brightens the horizons for mere tenths of seconds before darkness envelopes again. Traces are sketched on our pupils and for seconds afterwards, the act of blinking repeatedly brings the image to bear again in our mind.
Watching the firework displays of the heavens on earth somehow never fails to shrink me down to size. Every time Pikes Peak and the mountains to my west get silhouetted by spider fingers of light, I feel like a kid again. I want to crawl into a big blanket (the kind that smell like the trunk of your car) and just stare at the heavens. I watch and wait. I wonder and anticipate. Then just when my eyes are weary of searching the skies I see a flash out of the corner of my eye and as I turn, something stirs in my soul.
God throws down bolts of light with specific purpose and plan. While I sit on the edge of my seat with expectation and question of what will happen next, God is weaving and working in his firework display. In forest fires he rejuvenates the land to regenerate. Through the movement of molecules in the dark milieu of the atmosphere, He fashions weather patterns and cycles. With His artful display He practically and poignantly demonstrates His preeminence in Creation. While we see balls of fire thrown in seeming disorder and chaos, He sees to the direction of every point of ever tip of every burning arrow. As I consider His magnficence, all I can whisper is, "Ewww. Show me another Lord, show me another." Isn't that my life in all reality? A firework display of God working miracles as I watch. It seems harder to trust in real life, to know that each piercing work of God is directed and ordained. Yet, as I sit and contemplate His purposeful handiwork in Creation and all the golden lightning rays of my past, I grin in thinking of my future and say, "Show me another, Lord. Show me another!"
Watching the firework displays of the heavens on earth somehow never fails to shrink me down to size. Every time Pikes Peak and the mountains to my west get silhouetted by spider fingers of light, I feel like a kid again. I want to crawl into a big blanket (the kind that smell like the trunk of your car) and just stare at the heavens. I watch and wait. I wonder and anticipate. Then just when my eyes are weary of searching the skies I see a flash out of the corner of my eye and as I turn, something stirs in my soul.
God throws down bolts of light with specific purpose and plan. While I sit on the edge of my seat with expectation and question of what will happen next, God is weaving and working in his firework display. In forest fires he rejuvenates the land to regenerate. Through the movement of molecules in the dark milieu of the atmosphere, He fashions weather patterns and cycles. With His artful display He practically and poignantly demonstrates His preeminence in Creation. While we see balls of fire thrown in seeming disorder and chaos, He sees to the direction of every point of ever tip of every burning arrow. As I consider His magnficence, all I can whisper is, "Ewww. Show me another Lord, show me another." Isn't that my life in all reality? A firework display of God working miracles as I watch. It seems harder to trust in real life, to know that each piercing work of God is directed and ordained. Yet, as I sit and contemplate His purposeful handiwork in Creation and all the golden lightning rays of my past, I grin in thinking of my future and say, "Show me another, Lord. Show me another!"
1 comment:
Beautifully written, sister! And excellent thoughts. I suppose sometimes I do look at my life and wonder if the chaos has turned random, dark, and destructive. One look at my story, however, should be enough to remind me of the beauty and majesty of his handiwork in shaping our lives. He is good and beautiful and powerful...and we are his.
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