Category archives: Creation

Regarding Heaven and Dinosaur Adventures

The other day, we visited this children's museum. As we made our way inside, I watched my kids run enthusiastically down that carpeted ramp, pointing excitedly at this and that, and I cried. I cried because I got to be witness to this--my boy beside himself with glee over the Transformers exhibit and the dinosaur sculptures and I got to see the world again through my little girl's eyes, all full or curiosity and wonder. I cried because so many of the world's children have never been to a dinosaur museum just for the fun of it. Some of them are scraping the parched earth, looking for food and they can't find any. And some of the children in the world don't have a momma or a daddy to take care of them and here we were, all together enjoying life and we'd go out to eat at restaurant[...]

Hallelujah Dance

An edited repost. Because I feel this every year...right about this same time... I think this northern winter is taking its toll. Last night I lay awake thinking about all the little ants down deep in their tunnels and what they must be doing, groping around in the dark and cold. I wanted to yell to them, “Hold on little ants! Spring is coming! You’ll get to see the light soon!” And I imagined the moment that first little guy emerged from his hole, like coming up out of a grave, his tiny antennae sensing bright warmth for the first time in months. I wonder if ants do a hallelujah dance. Since I was wide awake, I started imagining bees buzzing and crocus popping and grass green  and trees finding their leaves again. I imagined that first barefoot step I’ll take out in the[...]

When You Go Looking to Find

This morning I woke up, sat up in bed a little and peered out the opening in my window shades. I confess. I groaned. I groaned because the tree limbs were laced back up in white and the yard was all covered in snow, and I was thinking it should be spring. Warm, green and growing spring. But, no sooner had I groaned when this sing-songy voice came rollicking back into my head. The voice of my momma when I was little as she was trying to teach me that each day was a gift and that I could give thanks and still find the good in things. The voice that would say, “Remember! This is the day the Lord has made. I will rejoice, and be glad in it!” (from Psalm 118:24) Yes, she’d say it and I’d roll my eyes. Yes, now that I’m a grown-up, I still hear that voice and those words and I know i[...]

Letter from Home

Dear people that I made,Why do you live like I don't exist?It's not like I don't make it plain before your face. As if I'm not daily shouting it out, "Here I AM!"I do. I shout it. I very much shout it. I made this whole wide world in such a way that you would clearly see Me. So you'd see My glory. And My grace. I gave you breath and beauty so you'd go looking for Me, so you could find Me.  Why walk here blind when I would have you see? Take a long and thoughtful look at what's right in front of you. This art I spoke into existence with My own words. My Personhood is reflected in the wildflowers at your feet and the sky above your head.Look up. Look out. Open wide your eyes and really see! Those leaves are crimson letters on the branch, spelling out the reality of Me. And why do [...]

The God With the Shining Face

There is a God of glory, who always ever was. Breather of stars, Maker of moon and Sculptor of the universe. This is He who knit us together when we were in our mama’s tummy, but who has held us in His heart, long before time, as we know it, began.He is the God with the shining face, because His countenance is full of glory, and glory always shines. And this One with the eyes that blaze like fire turns to the people that He’s made, and He looks right into His children’s eyes and seeks to bless us. And though our hearts are jaded and our souls troubled and full of doubts and fears, He cups our cheeks in His nail-scarred hands and speaks words,  tender and clear.And all the cosmos echo it out--this message reverberating through the skies. In wind and rain and shifting storm clouds. Thro[...]

Hallelujah Dance

I think this Michigan winter is taking it's toll. Last night I lay awake thinking about all the little ants down deep in their tunnels and what they must be doing, groping around in the dark and cold. I wanted to yell to them, "Hold on little ants! Spring is coming! You'll get to see the light soon!" And I imagined the moment that first little guy emerged from his hole, like coming up out of a grave, his little antennae sensing bright warmth for the first time in months. I wonder if ants do a hallelujah dance. And since I was wide awake, I started imagining bees buzzing and crocus popping and grass green  and bending and swaying. I imagined that first barefoot step I'll take out in the yard with the birds chirping and the breeze warming and the scent of all the wild and growing things[...]

When I Eat A Tangerine

I've got these tangerines up on the sill. They're bright and ruddy in the afternoon light.When the sun bursts through and floods the kitchen sinkthey gleam. I sit down to rest and peel the soft, smooth skinand marvel at the God who made the tangerine.This perfect round plump of citrus juice.Wrapped up in ornamental white--a filigree.I think of how He could have made the world just shades of grey,and all the food flavorless and bland. We never would have known.But, He imbued it full of colors all ablaze and brilliant.Sunsets.Wildflowers.Kingfishers.Tangerines. And He packed this world full of flavors savory and sweet.He made my tongue to taste.My eyes to see. And some say in all this earth and the cosmos vastthere is no sign of Him. Not even a hint.But, He makes Himself known vivi[...]

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