I find that the loveliness of Jesus is never-ending.

He knows when this little girl is in need of her Father and when she needs simply to be nudged firmly forward by His mighty roar.

I see Him as I sit by the water in the beauty of every leaf and lush landscape.

 

As I sit waiting the stars to come show themselves beautiful, I notice one shining subtly even as the horizon is lingering.

I wonder why it comes so early and what name God fondly gave it upon its birthing.

 

I am reminded under a night sky how small I am and, yet still, reminded how seen I am by the Creator of this vast universe.

If ever I feel invisible, He assures me I am not and if a tear decides to trickle down my face and my lip gives a tiny quiver, He lovingly whispers to “look up.”

 

I wonder about His heart ponderings at times while looking upon a cruel world that often wounds deeply His children and my mind goes to glorious rainstorms wondering if it is the masquerading of His own tears.

 

He misses nothing. The deep longing to belong in hearts that never speak it or the sadness of the soul that wonders “Is this all there is?”

 

The sun makes its way into hiding again and I hear the awakening of tiny creatures that seem to come to life just as night begins to appear….and I sigh.

 

“Tomorrow, Lord, we do it all again. Help us to see what you see and help us to do what you would do.”

 

With a final gaze as I step back inside, I request His presence in my dreams.

That I would hear His singing over me and I might be ever so delighted by a grand dance with my King.