Over the past several Sundays, I’ve found a Bible verse and written about what it means to me. I picked Psalms 19:1 and wrote, but something seemed off. It was the last four words of what is now the third paragraph. With those words, which I feel are important, Romans 1:20 seemed appropriate. I hope it all works.
When I look at trees, flowers, mountains, rolling hills, and flowing rivers and feel the wind, I’m in awe of how everything works in perfect harmony. In all of nature, I see the hands of God; I see God Himself.
Take a flower. It may seem simple at first glance, but in reality, it’s precisely designed for its purpose. It knows when to grow from seed and when to bloom for pollination, which is essential for life itself. Everything about it is so perfectly crafted I can’t help but see the craftsmanship of the Creator and know God exists.
It brings me peace because, in all of this, I see and hear God, that He is always with me.
