Watching for God

Sometimes it seems that God fades from view in the clamor and busyness of everyday life. I hate that. He deserves to be the focus, even when we're concentrating hard on a task--whether it's housework, correspondence, our profession, or shopping. Joni Eareckson Tada tells about a time when her husband Ken surprised her with a bouquet of roses. She says, "They took my breath away--and not simply because of their lush texture and color, but because they were so different from everything else around me . . . brass and glass, plastic and metal, tile and paint. Everything around me was machined and manmade. Everything but the roses . . . . Nature is only a name for an effect. And the cause is God. The touch is His . . . from a lowly daisy to a queenly rose . . . from a tiny pine seedling to a towering redwood . . . from the whisper of April wind in the cherry tree to the crashing of a storm-driven surf. Bring something into your home or office today that reminds you of his creative touch. Let these God-breathed, God-caused touches remind you of your real home."

So I'm taking inventory. In almost every room I find at least one object that's God-made: seashells, dried hydrangea, grape-hyacinth in a tiny vase, an orchid plant. Problem is that I was ignoring the message calling to me from those lovely objects: God made me! Think about Him! (I still really appreciate all the manmade objects that make life comfortable, as well as the medicines that help us live. I'm not promoting a back-to-nature survival. I'm only urging myself to a back-to-God thought life.)

I'm feeling well again this morning. The daughter of Chuck's cousin is coming with her fiance for the day. We're looking forward to their visit, and now I must prepare...

Love,
Carol