Witness to the Wonder

Birds flit- crimson red, bright yellow. A humming bird hovers at the edge of my vision. Something wobbles past, wings blurred in flight, too small to be a bird, I think, but the flight pattern strikes me as very un-insect like.

I drink the colors.

White clouds backed by blue sky.

Russet red showing against a green tree.

And I'm a silent witness to the wonder of it all. God's creation in its stunning variety.

What does it say about God, this lavishness, the startling colors, every beautifully contoured hill that takes my breath away, the thousands of species still being discovered? Could God not have made a perfectly functional universe devoid of beauty, of color, of exuberance? Do we need the excess of the milky way galaxy and everything beyond- millions of stars and only one small life bearing planet?

It wasn't necessary, not for us. But that's the way God created. He chose color, life, beauty. Beetles and frogs, flowers and clouds, finger prints and snow flakes, all reflecting Him. Beauty. Creativity. Uniqueness. Delight.
He made it, and then he calls us. Whispers to us, enchants us, allures us, shouts with joy. An invitation to know him, a God more beautiful, more desirable, more enticing, more mysterious, more complicated than his creation. A God that offers abundance, joy, freedom, love, life.

Stop a moment and witness the wonder. What does God whisper to you?