Thankfully, the water was still warm and the minnows were teeming there at the edge, so Hopey got to scooping and squatting and soaking her clothes.

And as she scooped, I admired the sun in her hair and the warmth on my back and the geese flying in and I breathed in all the clean and wide and open and free.

Then I looked up and out to see these clouds and how they always seem to march onward across the sky, in this triumphant procession. And I could hear them shouting with a happy elating, that God is glorious, oh so glorious and He’s real and He’s here with us and He’s perfectly good.

And I thought about how God can’t be contained in our churches and we can’t walk out and shut the door on Him on Sundays and cease to find Him elsewhere the rest of the week.

No, He shows up in all our everyday existence and He’s beautiful and worthy of all our noticing.

Now, I’m not saying that my God is the sky or the foam or the sand in the sea. But, all these things that He made, they are shouters and  pointers so that we’ll always be turning to Him, the One we endlessly crave.

 

There’s grace in the air and God-breath in our lungs and we’re joy-bursting with this knowing…that when we look up and look out, there’s glory to be seen! Let’s not stop looking.

So, dear God, with us here, as You turn the seasons once again, will You turn our hearts to You.