A teardrop in the falling rain? Hear a whisper amongst the rustle of leaves?
Or been kissed by a lone snowflake?
Nature is an angel’s favorite hiding place.’ Terri Guillemets
Once we made our way back to my parent’s condo, both of us still enthralled by the breathtaking moment of that perfect sunset, my mom finally spoke up. “How can anyone experience beauty like that and doubt God’s existence? How can they doubt God is talking when He gives us a sunset like that?”
The same kind of hushed but eloquent beauty can be applied to another spot where I always feel God speaking to me. Northern Michigan. The pine forests are ancient. The creaking branches of the birch trees, the skittering animals, the cobalt sky all speak to me a message of God’s masterful creation, of the love and beauty He longs to share. Snowflake kisses, the cool drumbeat of a spring rain, an endless expanse of ocean. God sends His heart to us in ways that draw me in and lift me up no matter what my mood or outward circumstances.
God— a direct and very personal messenger of love and grace. The idea fills me with amazement and awe. He loves us so much He makes Himself present in ways large and small.
How does God speak to you? What ‘messengers’ does He use to touch chords in your spirit?