For those that know me, if you saw me or heard from me last week, you could probably tell, either from the exhausted but focused look on my face or my constant “everything I have to get done” spiel, it was a was an extremely busy week for me. But, on Wednesday, after spending several hours finishing up the last few things on my jam packed to do list before an equally jam packed weekend, I was interrupted. When I was finally able to head home, as I walked outside, I was greeted by this.
I couldn't help but stare, I couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of it and how refreshing and peaceful it was to see the beauty of this simple moment in nature so unchanged by the hurried chaos inside of me. And I was not the only one.
Every few feet people were stopped taking pictures and everyone was too busy looking at this sunset to watch where they were going. There is just something about beautiful moments like this that make us all slow down. It's the reason we as humans are so driven to make and appreciate beautiful things, and it's the reason why in this moment I couldn't help but be amazed by the maker of such a sight.
The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
God made the heavens and the earth, with mountains and forests and sunsets and oceans and countless places more beautiful than any human could reproduce, and yet I still manage to make trivial tasks more important in my life. I forget the hand that made me and that holds each complex little bit of everything together and still somehow has time to find me wherever I go, no matter how mundane or stressed I’m feeling.
Though my life can feel like a constant string of running late, looming deadlines, and late nights, these thing are not my identity or purpose. Rather, my purpose and identity rest in the source of peace and beauty. And when I forget, he takes the time to remind me that he is God, he is all-powerful, and he is in control, not by force or anger, but graciously and lovingly, from the work of his hands his glory is revealed.
You see, the story of creation so easily gets swept into the Sunday school catalogue that sometimes we forget that out of darkness, God made light, and out of dust he breathed life into us. As I continue to make my way through all the deadlines and late nights and difficulties of life, I want to remember that with each breath, I was made by God and for God. He is my author and perfecter and I am made in his image. Just as the skies declare his Glory, I will seek to proclaim, not my stress or business, but the work that his hands have done and are doing in my life.