In the variation of the trees and the uniqueness of each leaf, I can see the heart of our creative Lord.

His attention to unique details gives you a glimpse at His artistry and love for beauty.

My ears tune carefully to the same types of variations in many of His little birds as they sing.

Again, diversity seems to be Heaven’s song and every pitch of His feathered little friends is heard all at once, yet, distinctly separate.

It has never been the heart of God to make art without flare, and I’m always mesmerized at crazy attributes in things like dragonflies and even ants.

I’ve sat on my back porch watching my faithful neighbor, Mr. Hawk, swoop down in a strength that takes my breath away while also seeing the delicate hummingbird come zoom in and out like a heavenly game of hide-and-seek.

In the midst of all manners of suffering is yet a beauty calling out to us that Jesus makes all things beautiful in His time.

Might we step away for a bit and walk in a space and place that points to His majesty so that in the daunting trials of life we would remember who, indeed, holds tomorrow.