It usually hits me in the fall. When the trees are robed in magnificent, brilliant colours, I try to fill my eyes and brain with the beauty. Each corner holds a surprise–an even more dazzling red, a deeper burgundy, and more intense yellow. I try to store all that colour and beauty for the stark winter ahead.
This weekend, we went dogsledding. It was beyond fun, and we had a blast. But like the brillance of fall, I was in awe of the beauty.
The extravagence of God.
God didn’t have to ice each tiny limb of every tree with snow, so that it stood out from the one beside it. He didn’t need to paint the sky such a luminous blue, or set the sun to glowing until our eyes hurt. The crisp cold and the sun made the ice crystals in the snow twinkle and glow. It was achingly beautiful.
He didn’t have to do that. We would have had fun, and even admired the scenery, without so much.
He didn’t have to, but He did.
And He does. Every day. We just have to see it.
Psalm 8
how majestic is your name in all the earth!
in the heavens.
2 Through the praise of children and infants
you have established a stronghold against your enemies,
to silence the foe and the avenger.
3 When I consider your heavens,
the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which you have set in place,
4 what is mankind that you are mindful of them,
human beings that you care for them?[c]
and crowned them with glory and honor.
6 You made them rulers over the works of your hands;
you put everything under their feet:
7 all flocks and herds,
and the animals of the wild,
8 the birds in the sky,
and the fish in the sea,
all that swim the paths of the seas.
how majestic is your name in all the earth!