February | 2019 | What's Next Papa?

Texas bluebonnets

It’s spring at our house. The cherry laurels are blooming. The bees are buzzing, pollinating the flowers. Caroline wrens dart back and forth, carrying pine straw to build a nest in one of our boxes.

It pleases me so much to see these small things. I think of them as love letters from God. Each one is a little miracle of His creation, waiting for me to discover. Some of His love letters last just a moment, like a butterfly, flitting from flower to flower. Others, like the intricate petals on a kaffir lily, may last for days.

If I look closely enough at the feathers of a dove as she suns herself, I can see the Hand of God. It feels as if He has dropped this wonderful gift in my path just to remind me He loves me. I stroll down a pathway and spy a squirrel running at break-neck speed along his tree highway, and I marvel. I watch ducks waddle towards a toddler who holds a piece of bread in her hand, and I smile. I hear the flutter of hummingbird wings at my feeder and can almost taste the sweet nectar she drinks. I touch the silky new leaves emerging on the bottlebrush bush and feel the softness. …and I feel God’s love. I try to leave these gifts as I found them, in hopes that others may enjoy seeing God’s love for them, too.

If you’re feeling down today, I invite you to venture outdoors and see what love letters God has in store for you. I know you, too, will be amazed to discover how much He cares for you and the many little reminders He puts along your path.

When I consider Your heavens,
    the work of Your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
    which You have set in place,
what is mankind that You are mindful of them,
    human beings that You care for them?

You have made them a little lower than the angels
    and crowned them with glory and honor.
You made them rulers over the works of Your hands;
You put everything under their feet:
all flocks and herds,
    and the animals of the wild,
the birds in the sky,
    and the fish in the sea,
    all that swim the paths of the seas.