Most of my Winter weekends as a child were spent at my family’s deer camp with my Dad and Grandpa. My role during hunting season was decorating the deer stands with breathtaking doodles (sense the sarcasm?) and using my keen sense of sight to spot deer as they emerged from the timber. Over the years, I’ve spent less time at this little slice of heaven, but when I get the chance to spend an afternoon in the wilderness, I’m overwhelmed by the presence of God in His creation.
Last Sunday, I ventured into the wild. My Honda Civic navigated through the pothole-filled roads and I spent the afternoon six miles from electricity with my Dad, cousin and beloved pup.
Between exploring on four-wheelers, reading in my hammock and napping a portion of the afternoon away in the great outdoors, I had a perfect Sunday basking in The Lord’s creation. It was as if each breath of wind, blooming flower and ripple of water pointed heavenward. I’m constantly in awe of God’s glory that’s revealed through creation, and my mind can’t help but wonder at how awestruck I’ll be when I meet Him face-to-face.
The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork. -Psalm 19:1