As I spent time doing some yard work this week, I could not help but see the hand of God as well. Ours is truly a magnificent God.
The Psalmist himself must have undergone several such experiences. On multiple occasions, he testifies to the handiwork of God in His creation.
Psalm 19 is a perfect example. The first four verses state:
The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they reveal knowledge.
They have no speech, they use no words;
no sound is heard from them.
Yet their voice goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.
My experiences this week have served to validate these words.
Another influence on my thoughts this week is a simple little poem I recently received by e-mail. I thought I would post it here today. It is titled...
He was just a little boy,
On a week's first day.
Wandering home from Bible School,
And dawdling on the way.
He scuffed his shoes into the grass;
He even found a caterpillar.
He found a fluffy milk weed pod,
And blew out all the 'filler'.
A bird's nest in a tree overhead,
So wisely placed up so high,
Was just another wonder,
That caught his eager eye.
A neighbor watched his zigzag course,
And hailed him from the lawn;
Asked him where he'd been that day,
And what was going on.
'I've been to Bible School,' He said,
and turned a piece of sod.
He picked up a wiggly worm replying,
'I've learned a lot about God.'
'M'm, very fine way,' the neighbor said,
'for a boy to spend his time.'
'If you'll tell me where God is,
I'll give you a brand new dime.'
Quick as a flash the answer came!
Nor were his accents faint.
'I'll give you a dollar, Mister,
If you can tell me where God ain't!'
As you go forth this day to undertake the many activities you have planned, why not take a little time to slow down and behold the world around you? If you do, in all probability, you will be impressed by the natural beauty of the place in which we are privileged to live.
Hopefully, this will also lead you to reflect on the glory and honor of the One who produced it all. And if that happens, be sure, like the Psalmist, to give Him praise.
SOURCE: The e-mail version of the poem I received is slightly different from the one found in numerous places on the internet. The latter is most often titled: "Where God Ain't". A good example of this version can be found on the web at: http://www.amandashome.com/godaint.html.