I can walk in the woods and see the lovely bread crumbs of flower petals left for me by the precious heart of Christ. All around me is His majesty expressing Himself through creation. His nature as an artist. His emotion in joy and sorrow, seen in wilting flowers. His playfulness in the rustling of leaves. His goodness that is found in fresh blooms. His kindness that lingers in strong scents. His delight in me looking for Him always.

 

Not one thing within my gaze doesn’t drip of His very essence. Creation itself is not what is worshiped but the ONE who actually spoke it into existence is well worth a worshiping life.

 

What dreary faith some must have to never catch His voice upon the wind or the salt in the air of the ocean as He reminds us to be the salt of the earth.

What grief of His heart must happen as we dismiss the loveliness of the coming pigeon upon the porch, beckoning us to be a faithful messenger of His love to humanity. What lack of solace of heart to believe that there is no God. For one is deeply deceived and missing a treasure. If there is no God than you should not even exist nor would all the beauty before your very eyes today.

 

Let Him capture you with His presence that is always surrounding you with waving leaves and swaying trees. His voice on the rippling waters and in the whistling of the winds can be heard to ears that are able to hear. Let us not be a fool and say, “There is no God.”

 

Perhaps you might make a sweet picnic at the base of a tree and learn to let the Lord of all creation help you see Him more fully. Your faith to a measure will become sight in many ways while you also learn the life of faith, believing in that which is still unseen.

 

I can promise you one thing. If you as a little child prepare that little picnic in the woods requesting His presence to come near, He will always answer your heart’s invitation.