God’s handwriting, His very signature, is everywhere. We see it in the rays of sunrise every morning, painting broad strokes of red, orange, and yellow beauty in the eastern sky. We see it every evening as the sun completes its steady, unwavering course, giving us a final wave of beaming rays before it sets in the west. We see it all around us.
His handiwork whispers to us as we walk thru the woods, as the whitetail deer quietly dashes away with a baby fawn tip-toeing behind her, its white spots, too. It speaks in the leaves crunching under our boots and in the light rustle of the wind. He is calling our name.
Look! Stop! Rest! I have made this all for you! Enjoy the beauty of My creation all around you! I love you and care for you. In this. In this, I am showing and displaying My glory. I have given all of this so generously to you. For you to care for, to nuture, and to see Me in all of it.
So, come away and listen. Look. Rest. Amidst the busyness of life, the rushing of days, and the piling up of laundry. Come, and find Him in the glorious array of creation calling your name to worship Him.
