It was a beautiful fall day. The sun was out and the rains of winter hadn’t come yet so it was cool and clear.
I was wandering through a grassy field with Father. We were talking about something or other, sauntering, quiet and peaceful. I was running my fingertips through the tops of the grass as we walked.
I loved the way the wind moved the grass, blowing gently, eddying. The tops of the grass swaying with the breezes was fascinating and lovely. I sighed in appreciation.
I latched onto one stalk of grass as I walked and pulled it out, something to fiddle with as we walked, rolling it around my fingers.
After a few minutes of fiddling blankly with the grass, I looked at the single stem of grass, and suddenly I saw it. Suddenly I realized that the single stalk of grass was every bit as beautiful - in a completely different way - as the entire field of grass. The tall, straight stalk had a classic, almost a formal beauty.
I reflected on that for a while as I looked at my piece of grass. Then I looked more closely, and I saw the pattern of the veins in the leaf. It was on the stem, too: completely irregular patterns that reflected it’s Creator’s attention to detail.
I stood there in awe of how beauty infused the grass at every level: the field was beautiful, the single stalk was beautiful, the tiny veins were beautiful. What a wonderful Creator we have. That’s Jesus (John 1). He’s amazing.
Suddenly, I remembered my high school biology classes where I examined the cells of a leaf of grass. That had another beauty all its own: row after irregular row of semi-autonomous life all contributing to the overall life of the plant, each asymmetrical in its beauty.
And then I thought about the molecular structure of the grass, the molecules all reaching out and attaching to the molecules, all the atoms perfectly in place within each molecule. Wow. What beauty at that level, too.
And then we could talk about quarks and neutrinos and string theory! Beauty, all the way down! I was overwhelmed.
And that’s it. Nothing profound. Just amazement at a Creator who fills, full to the brim, everything He touches with beauty.
Beauty is everywhere. I just need eyes to see it. And when I do, I get to see more of God’s amazing attributes.
I’m so proud of my big Brother. He’s amazing!
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