The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork.
Day to day pours out speech, and night-to-night reveals knowledge. There is no speech, nor are there words, whose voice is not heard. Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world. Ps. 19:1-4 NIV
Heavenly Father, all it took was a few days in the island-laced region of Lake of the Woods, Ontario, to explode the beauty of this Psalm in my heart. I’ve been too busy lately to hear and savor creation singing your praise, revealing your beauty, and declaring your glory. Forgive me, and those like me.
Slow. Me. Down. Lord. Busyness isn’t next to godliness. It’s next to bad attitudes, heart-shrink, and burnout. So thank you for the gift of a few days away with brothers, who like me, need to unplug, offload burdens, and come alive to your pursuing voice in creation and redeeming heart in the gospel.
How can anyone with any degree of sensual awareness ponder creation and not worship you—the Creator of all things? Thank you for the polka-dotted beauty of a Northern Pike and the glorious taste of Walleye caught and consumed in the same hour. Thank you for a new-every-day tapestry of sunrises and sunsets, the haunting cry of loons and the dancing flight of eagles. Thank you for unrushed meals, lingering conversations, and unexpected emotions; old friendships deepened, and new ones birthed.
Topping it all, not content just to be a magnificent Creator, you chose to be a merciful Redeemer. You sent Jesus to us, and for us. Thank you for the always-startling, ever-needed, cannot-be-depleted riches of the gospel. Continue to make Jesus the most alluring and unavoidable reality in our lives.
Indeed, slow us down, Father. Slow us way down. May we hear you speaking louder than ever in the things you have made and in the One you have sent. So very Amen we pray, in Jesus’ mighty and merciful name.