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out for a run

Out for a run, after the rain, sneakers slapping the wet pavement, new puddles standing still in the early evening, and I can see the reflection of the new blue sky in each puddle, the western edges deepening into advancing sunset. Watered grass hunches drenched in the moist air. The smell of stone, of rain, of ancient provision hangs in the happy light. Crickets are starting to sing. Squirrels darting, dragonflies zipping, a perpetual hum of life all around. All of these beings giving glory.

All of this life reflecting Life. Small moons to the sun. Mirrors of Beauty. Prophecies of what no eye has seen, no ear has heard. All of these good things. And me, the crown of Creation. Me, the apple of His eye, His prized possession, His manifest heart. If all of these can give glory involuntarily, then surely I can freely choose to join in with angels and stars and bumblebees, to open my heart to the simple beginning of wisdom: there is an endless and beautiful and holy God and He quite obviously loves me.

“For ever since the world was created, people have seen the earth and sky. Through everything God made, they can clearly see his invisible qualities – his eternal power and divine nature. So they have no excuse for not knowing God.” Romans 1:20

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