It came out of nowhere. A fog-like mist appeared and hung suspended above the distant fields. Captivated by its beauty, I watched as it silently drifted toward me, creeping across the top of the waist-high corn field edging the back yard. The temperature dropped. I wrapped my arms tightly around my waist and shivered.
Within seconds, the wind picked up, gusting through the emerald stalks of corn. They danced in rhythmic waves. Their leaves chattered loudly, tickling the belly of the approaching mist. The thick damp air smelled of impending rain and humidity.
It is times like this I know God exists. To hear creation’s song murmur its enchanting melody carried by the wind brings a sense of awe and wonder that permeates my soul. Mesmerized by the color palette of nature and the pungent smell of earth, I am humbled and unworthy to call its creator Father.
Yet, God Almighty, the Creator of heaven and earth, loves me enough to call me His child. He created me in His image. He calls me His own. And for this I am thankful. For this I am blessed.
Pay attention to the creation of God. Listen for His voice. See Him in the mist.
O Mighty Creator, thank You for the majestic canvas You display before my eyes. May I always see Your beauty in the creation that surrounds me. Remind me every day, when I see such splendor, that You created me too, and I am just as beautiful. In Jesus’ name I pray, Amen.
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