Behold

Behold
Blog Writers - Sat Jan 18, 2014 @ 05:58PM
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It's a stressful day of baking.  Flour is everywhere, crumbled remains lie scattered beneath the hefty cooling racks.  Dishes that need to be washed and dried are stacked high, and I feel just a tad bit overwhelmed.  

As I put away the last clean dish, I sit here to write.  But the words don't come easy, they feel stuck inside of me and my fingers can't carry them onto the screen.  

So I wait.  As if I'm waiting for inspiration to just come knocking, right?  But I am, I really am.  

And then something catches my eye.  It's outside - it's the sunset - it's the beauty of the sky!  The purples, the pinks, the huge trees, the sunset, the snow...this is God's creation.  And it's as if He's telling me, Look and behold My creation, behold!  

I leave my rocking chair and sit perched atop a bed so I can type and gaze at the sunset.  Even now the pale colors are swirling into deeper, richer, purples, blues, and pinks.  My words seem too small and too insignificant to capture it all.

A baby cries and someone plunks tunes on an old piano.  But I can't get up.  I am caught in the moment, that I forget about all else.

Now the pinks are trailing westward, somewhere off yonder, and the purples are turning into blues.  A crimson streak soars across the western sky, and it's as if a painter (The Artist) is mixing the colors and running his brush over his canvas (the sky).  

The problems I experience slip right out from under me and all I'm focusing on is the crimson and magenta paint across the sky.  The tangerine orange to my left and a sandy blue to my right.  

Psalm 19:1 comes surprisingly clear; "The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handiwork."

So I cease from strivings and I choose to be in the moment, to behold and to worship my God for what He has made.  

Will you not stop, wherever you are - whether it is a sunrise, a sunset, a blizzard, a sunny day...and BEHOLD what the God has made?  Isn't our God an amazing God?!  

The sun sinks beyond the hills and the sky too quickly becomes a nighttime blue, but I feel warm inside.  Our God is so awesome!  And I worship.

"God’s glory is on tour in the skies, God-craft on exhibit across the horizon. Madame Day holds classes every morning, Professor Night lectures each evening. Their words aren’t heard, their voices aren’t recorded, But their silence fills the earth: unspoken truth is spoken everywhere....That’s how God’s Word vaults across the skies from sunrise to sunset, Melting ice, scorching deserts, warming hearts to faith."  (Psalm 19)  


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