Creation, God’s Gift To Us And Himself

Age has a way of reminding us how great the gift of life and time is. I love fall, and the range of colors it brings.  One of my great desires is to be a “leafer”, and travel all the beautiful scenic routes.  I feel very close to my creator at this time of year.  Unfortunately, my finances and life are not equal to this ambitious travel desire, so, I’ve made a promise to myself to make the most of the colors and beauty around me.

My area of Nebraska doesn’t have the glorious abundance of orange and red leaves of hardwood trees like the eastern United States. I live on the Platte River, and it’s lined with the striking beauty of weather hardened cottonwood trees.  Their scarred branches reach up across the water proudly displaying their medals of honor.  Stunning gold, sunlight-reflecting waxy coated leaves that refuse to drop until the last frigid windy moment.  I’ve grown up with the cottonwoods and their sturdy familiarity and the soothing clacking sound their leaves make while bumping together in the western plains wind. The trees awaken family memories of my childhood  and cover me with peace.

In town, there are orange-hued maple trees and bright red shrubs. We baby the flowering blooms of hardy fall mums, covering them with old sheets when a hard freeze threatens and I’m not ready or willing, to give up their fall color.  Eventually, to my dismay and outspoken wishes for them to hang on, the trees drop their showy brilliance and the mums succumb to the cold. Life happens and moves on. It takes me longer . . .

You notice I said life, not death.  The trees still live and the flowers will sprout again in the spring.  Their appearance changes, but they do not die.  This last month, I’ve meditated on life and spent time praying and reading the bible during my lunch hours.  This fall I chose a few of those hours to drive around town and thanked God for His majestic creation. How blessed I am to see and enjoy it.  I noticed on the days I concentrated on God’s goodness, my attitude was much improved when I returned to my job after lunch.

During my drives I asked God questions, like, “Am I making a difference for Your kingdom here on earth?  Does what I do and prayers I pray really matter?”  He reminded me that I, too, was part of His creation, a very important part, as we ALL are.  He created us to have a relationship with Him, to know Him, not just know about Him.  A personal, intimate knowledge which comes only through spending time with Him.  I was doing this on my lunch times by praying and reading His word and asking the Holy Spirit to speak with me, but the state of being quiet before God and meditating on Him was how He answered a large part of my questions.

In the stillness, with a heart and mind focused on Father God, I could hear Him speak.

I’m learning to pray all the time, but especially at night, when I can’t sleep.  I ask God to forgive our nation for the sin of abortion, and I ask Him to do whatever it takes to stop it, not just here but everywhere.  I ask God for mercy and to shake what has to be shaken in order to make our country realize their need for Jesus Christ and the salvation and life He offers us. Yes, God is glorified in His creation, but His Son died and rose again for people.  People of all nations, that He loves and desires to dwell with in relationship. Abortion takes the life of His greatest creation.  Human beings, created in His image, for His glory, to be His sons and daughters. Each of us is unique and gifted with the qualities and talents to do His will on earth.

So, when you look and appreciate the beauty in nature around you, remember, we, God’s children, are His greatest and most valuable creation.

Father God gives only good gifts to His children.  We need to do the same.  Give our children life.

God bless each one of you.

Donna