As she unzipped her suitcase, a whiff of her childhood home escaped. As excited as she was to be out at last, making her own way in the world, loneliness was lurking among the cardboard boxes stacked around her new apartment. She began to unpack. Tucked underneath her old jeans was a note. When she opened it, there were no words, just a sketch, done in her father’s hand, of a rose. Just a sketch, but so much more, as it wrapped her in warm memories of home and a tangible connection to his love.
When Spring hits, it feels like a note from God, reminding us of His love. As the snow finally receded out back, the remnants of our flower bed lay dead, flattened into the mud. But then Spring pushed new life up. Yesterday, God said, “Check this out!”
Why do you suppose God created beauty like that? A note maybe? As though He is saying, “Here’s how much I love you. Remember Me as you make your way in the world.” I think so.
In the Psalms there is much talk of how Creation lifts praise and joy up to God. Like this:
“Let the rivers clap their hands, let the mountains sing together for joy;” (Psalm 98:8)
Have you ever heard a mountain river during Spring run off? It does sound a lot like enthusiastic applause. If you’ve never heard mountains sing, you need to experience the Rockies at sunrise. There is a sense in which the beauty of Creation lifts up praise to her Maker. But there is also, in that beauty, a note from God to us.
He says, “I made this to make you smile inside, to remind you of how much I love you. Remember me as you make your way.”