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Tell Us A Way Creation Is Speaking To You

woodsPoet Luci Shaw says God has given us two great books: The Bible and His Creation – and they talk about each other. It is finally gloriously June, and I’m biking in the Wisconsin woods, feeling a sweetness of connection to my Creator.

Right now the woods are covered with tiny blue Forget-Me-Nots. I took this picture for you, because those wildflowers whisper: “We toil not, neither do we spin – yet our heavenly Father cares for us.” And those “Forget-Me-Nots” remind me of this verse from Hosea:

“She went after her lovers, but me she forgot,”
declares the Lord.

Help me forget-You-not, Lord. Ravish me so I won’t go after other lovers. May I find my satisfaction in You.

How is creation speaking to you?

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  1. God’s creation speaks to me of peace. Peace is hard to find for me, since I lost my husband. But when I look at God’s creation, I feel that He is speaking peace to my heart. He is always with me, protecting me, healing me, holding me. He was with me yesterday, He is with me today, and He will be with me tomorrow. He will never leave me nor forsake me. Praise His name!

  2. I see His hand in all of creation – from the vastness of the stars to the power of the ocean! It reminds me how great and powerful He really is!

  3. I have a dying tree outside my garden that is on the list to cut down. It was split by lightening several years ago and we lost half of it. I was pulling weeds around the remaining tree yesterday and discovered two different holes at the base. I reached in and cleared out the piles of sawdust in each of the holes and suddenly they became magic holes, homes for imaginary fairies. As I looked closer I saw hundreds, perhaps thousands of ants busy at work carving a home, making an ant-living, doing what ants do. I was reminded once again of the miracle of life coming from death, and how God takes what appears hopeless to us and fills it with promise.

    The tree will still be cut down, but we will leave a 3-foot stump. Souvenier rocks from the mountains of North Carolina have formed steps up to the fairy hole. Plantain lilies and begonias adorn the entrances where little plaster garden fairies will delight my granddaughters when they come to visit. What seemed lost has been found in a new way. God is good at that.