Tall grass. Mountain tops. Sunshine. I spread my arms and circle around. The sun kisses my cheeks and the wind happily plays my game. “HE LIVES!” My voice screams out.
Booming through the peaks, singing from the trees, nature sings out her response, “Oh, we know. He made us.”
Running down the hills, hiking through the woods, my travel leads to me to seclusion. The smell of pine, the babbling of the brook, and the chatter of the birds. Gazing on a line of ants, distracted by a playful squirrel, interrupted by the spying of a buck. “BEAUTIFUL ANIMALS, THERE IS A GOD.”
Preparations do not end. The play continues on. Silly giggles reply, “Dear woman, look around you. We have always known he made us.”
Praise God! They know! All of creation worships their Creator. He shines in the sun, whispers in the wind, and directs the ant in its work. At ease, I continue home.
Driving through the city, passing the masses of the humans. Little girls dance in circles. Mommies shop for deals. Young men running in the gym. Teachers leading their classes. I join them and I share, “Praise God, he made us all!”
The human world comes to a screeching halt. They turn and stare. They all yell out, “No! We will have no God here!”
Oh dear flowers, sweet bunnies, and swimming fish, you all know and praise what we all deny.