I thought that once I knew the truth, I’d never go back to my old way of thinking.. kind of like how you can’t unsee the arrow in FedEx once you realize it’s there, you know?
But that’s so wrong. In the past year, I’ve spent more time outside in the beauty of God’s created nature, and when I have stood watching a waterfall or sitting on a rock in a river, staring up at the stars, walking barefoot in grass, observing sunsets, watching spiders build webs… I find my original interpretation to grow more and more true in my heart.
When I was the craft director at camp, I painted this little picture and it hung on my wall for a few years:
In her book A Circle of Quiet
So when I look around and I see trees and open sky {ESPECIALLY SKY. IN THE DAYTIME BUT ESPECIALLY THE NIGHT} I am full of wonder and amazement and eternal gratitude for the one who made such beautiful things for me to see and hear, to taste and smell, to feel and to experience.
and then sings my soul, my savior God to thee:
How great your art.
How great thou art.