I am looking out my kitchen window to a striking display of wild beauty. Purple-pink ﬁreweed are sprinkled amongst an abundance of pale yellow daisy faces looking my way, and all are surrounded by bright white petals that glow in the dark after sunset.
The yellow leaves of old wild celery plants are resting against silver-gray rocks sprinkled with subtle shades of yellow-green moss. All are nestled amongst an enormous variety of shapes and sizes of green leaves that make up my back lawn, and all this against a backdrop of bushy green woods and tall stately spruce trees. It’s raining, and the leaves have been washed clean. And somehow the colors look even more vibrant than yesterday, even though the fog over the bay has just begun to lift and only the faintest suggestion of sunshine plays hide and seek behind the cover of clouds.
It‘s Monday morning, going on noon.
I don't know what the rest of the day will bring, but I have already found this little patch of beauty in it -- refreshing me, and turning my thoughts to God. Rain or shine, creation itself reminds us of God's Presence and speaks to us of the beauty of God‘s creative power in our lives.
“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of God’s hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge. There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard. Their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world" (Psalm 19:1-4).