First, I’m a science geek so I see His amazing handiwork every time I study anything to do with science. Everything from the ecosystem to how our DNA and RNA works shows His amazing designs. Second, I see His love every time I see people coming together after a storm to help their neighbors. Every time I hear about another person almost dying and then somehow surviving in what medical professionals consider “impossible” circumstances. Every time I almost make a horrible mistake but feel His wisdom guiding me back to safe territory. Lastly, in my own personal life, I feel His love for me every time I let myself acknowledge it.
Exactly! Wonderful description.
My mom loves flowers. She loves the complexity and variation and it always gets her talking about how God is this wonderful artist—and if he put so much care into that little violet growing in the crack in the drive way that no one will ever see and will likely just get run over by the car…but then she’ll just be overjoyed because SHE saw it, and it made her happy, and HE knew that it would, and so He arranged all of the circumstances that led to that seed germinating right there and growing exactly as it did just to make her smile.
Don’t know why, but I always see God in the weather. From a giant raging storm in all it’s power to a tiny breeze and the way it dances across a field and plays with all the little individual blades of grass, or the sun when it warms your face and the wind when it takes your breath away. He knows you are there. He has always known you would be right there. And that breeze tickles your face and cools you off… That’s where I see God.
I had a young math major come to our RCIA class once. When it was his turn to explain why he was there, he was so excited and animated and went on about irrational numbers and some theory and this other thing and smart stuff and equations and some guy’s theories and that there HAS to be God and God “speaks his language.”
No idea what he was talking about, but his animated joy and excitement and absolute wonder were the same feeling I get in the weather, generated by a loving and personal God who designed us and so knows how to speak to our hearts.
I could keep going. My sister is a veterinary pathologist. Cellular respiration blew her mind. It was a symphony to her.
My Dad loved people. All their complicated stories. “Well, isn’t that something.”
My oldest son can’t walk past a crucifix without pausing and reflecting. He remembers all of his favorite ones and where they are.
My middle son loves Jesus as the Good Shepherd. He has a little statue and a prayer card and a framed picture that he keeps by his bed. He feels so safe knowing if he is hurt or needs help Jesus will not rest til he is carried to safety.
My daughter in music.
My little sister in miracles—she is a cardiologist.
God speaks to you in your language. When you know and begin to appreciate who He made you to be, and you ask Him to help you, you become more readily able to see Him. Everywhere.
