It had been cold, overcast and dark, a very grey day. The trek to the family cottage had been a quick one, to prepare for leaf-raking day in a week or two once most of the leaves were down.
"Let's go for a walk to the beach before we leave!"
Sure glad we did! As we emerged from the trees, we could see the sun breaking through the clouds.
God's glory is on tour in the skies,
God-craft on exhibit across the horizon.
Psalm 19:1 (The Message)
Invigorating! Suddenly, it didn't seem as cold. The air was fresher. Breathing was easier! The day would end well, with hope for a nicer weather day tomorrow.
It was time to head out. Grab some dinner and head home.
Instead of the normal, 80 km/h country roads, I felt a nudge to take the 40 km/h beach road. Rejecting of the routine which gets us home quickest, we stayed on Tiny Beaches Road.
How clearly the sky reveals God's glory! How plainly it shows what he has done!
Psalm 19:1 (Good News Translation)
Beautiful!
Now I was hooked. We stayed on the beach road, slowing to catch glimpses of the sky between the cottages and trees. Jackson Park was the first opportunity to park the car, so we stopped again to see this...
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| Breathtaking! |
The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Psalm 19:1 (NIV)
The camera, especially in these hands, can not and did not fully capture the breathtaking beauty, the amazing masterpiece we beheld. I felt so very humbled, to witness this great spectacle. I could feel His very presence around me, smiling - God had done this for us. It wasn't there a couple of minutes earlier, and would be gone a couple later. He was giving us a glimpse of His glory!
To think we almost missed it!!
Everything within me wanted to stick to the routine, to get home. I almost ignored that still small voice directing me to turn right on Tiny Beaches Road. Yet, because we followed where He led, we were able to revel in an extraordinary encounter moment in an otherwise very ordinary day.
How often in the course of my daily routine do I miss that still small voice? The very interruption I scorn could be an invitation from God to be part of what He is doing... the same things Jesus did as He walked this earth: sharing the Good News of Christ, teaching His disciples, extending His grace, feeding the hungry, challenging injustice, comforting the hurting, healing the sick, even raising the dead - He did say His followers would do even greater things than He - all focused on evidencing His glory and helping people find their way back to God.
My world could be, and I would be, so different were I to listen for, hear and heed His voice in the midst of my routine. I could again catch a glimpse of His glory, in others around me, as they respond to His call back to relationship with Him. Perhaps I might even have opportunity to have a part in it!
