Monday, January 07, 2013

When I Look at Your Heavens, the Work of Your Fingers

The light barely entered the room as the late morning sun tried to burn through the clouds. What time was it? There wasn't a sound until the clawing at the laundry room door indicating the dogs were awake. No whispered conversations. No suppressed television shows. Just, silence. I got up swiftly and maneuvered the stairs at a quickened pace. I don't like it when the dogs scratch the paint on the door. This is a rental house for Pete's sake!

The rain clouds were hours away yet the sky was gloomy. I never mind having a moment or two to myself in the morning or evening. It helps me breath, if that makes sense. Once the house stirs there is no turning back. No quiet time, no "me" time, no time to think. I sit at the kitchen table and drink up the quietness. The calm before the storm. Not that life is always stormy but, who knows what the day has in store. Maybe it will be fun, light hearted enjoyment of each other's company. Perhaps it will be mundane, routine. Or, it could be unpleasantness, as dictated by the weather outside. quietness and in trust shall be your strength. (Isaiah 30:15. ESV.)

The fragrance of the crackling (turkey) bacon meanders thought the kitchen and then upstairs when I decide to make it and French toast for brunch. Yes, brunch. That is how late we slept in because of the gray outside. No alarm clocks on a Saturday leave the sun as our indication when to rise. French toast for the rest of the family. Red grapefruit and a simple salad of spinach leaves, (turkey) bacon, and boiled egg whites for me. Some of my favorites. I imagine in a new life, a fresh start years from now, I will love them still.

The day increasingly gets darker as it progresses. The rain is here. With it being the last weekend of the Christmas break, the children and I hang on each passing minute. The previous couple of weeks jammed packed with Christmas, News Years Eve, and everything in between. Thursday was a final day of the season at Six Flags' "Holiday in the Park" where songs of Christmas cheer filled the air, lights twinkled, and the wind made each individual clutch his/her coat and hat tighter...chilling to the bone.

Squeals of delight were offered up to heaven on waves dripping with the Christmas spirit as children and adults alike sledded down the man made snow hill. Trained employees waited at the bottom to catch run away tobogganers before they met the pavement. Unauthorized snowballs whizzed from the designated snow "playground" as acquaintances attempted to pelt one another in the name of fun. The Little Leaguer and Little Chef laughed with friends.
When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars, which you have set in place,
(Psalm 8:3. ESV.)

By the word of the Lord the heavens were made,
and by the breath of his mouth all their host.
(Psalm 33:6. ESV.)

For his invisible attributes, namely, his eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world, in the things that have been made. So they are without excuse. (Romans 1:20. ESV.)

Father, I thank you for all you have made! From the dreary cumulonimbus to the star-filled heavens...from the cutting wind to the exhilarating ice. You are the creator of all things!
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