Every May our family eagerly awaits the opening of a small local lake, making the Saturday before Memorial Day a holiday for us. The lake lies just two miles from our home, and it’s the backdrop of some of my favorite summer memories. My heart flutters as we drive down the winding, tree-lined road and pull into view of the water for the first time every summer. We haul our gear—kayaks, floats, sand toys, and enough food to feed an army—down the grassy hill and settle in a spot under one of the tall oaks that gives us protection from the sun.
I’ve always felt connected to God in nature. I spent a significant portion of my childhood running through the woods and streams with time and space to explore. The diversity and complexity of the natural world pointed to evidence of a Creator in my young mind. Even as I was still grappling with the more complicated concepts of God, I never doubted his hands formed the world.
God created the world as a physical demonstration of his glory. Psalm 19:1 reminds us, “The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands” (NIV).
As a child, it was easy for me to look at the clouds rolling overhead on a summer day and embrace God’s love in giving us this beautiful world as our home. Now that I’m grown and a busy mom, I can go a whole day and miss the incredible beauty God has placed right in my path. I need to be intentional about slowing down and appreciating the gift of this world as deadlines, to-do lists, meal plans, and appointments all fight for my time.
The lake is a place where I can embrace wonder again. Without the distractions of my daily responsibilities, my eyes are wide open to the everyday miracles of the created world.
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