A couple of Sunday afternoons ago I decided to take a late afternoon walk. I often chat with God on walks but this time He did all the talking, even though He never spoke a word. The scene was breathtaking. As the sun began to set, it illuminated a blanket of nearly untouched snow in a park. The bare trees protruding from the snow produced a stark and almost eerie contrast to the pristine sheet of white. It was a masterpiece painted by God. Psalm 19 instructs us that the beauty of such scenes is direct communication from God:
The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge. They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them. Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world. Psalm 19:1-4 (NIV)
A bit later, on the same walk, I saw a woman playing catch with her dog. It was a beautiful animal and it was literally bouncing with anticipation as its owner prepared to launch the ball; its tail wagging so fast it looked as though it might propel the pet into flight. With each throw the ball disappeared into the snow; the pup was undeterred. I indeed saw the work of His hands in it all. As David writes in Psalm 19, these works had no speech; they used no words. Yet they spoke of God’s might, of His love, of His goodness. Author Kevin Carson, writing on Psalm 19, points out that the language of God’s majesty is universal: “Psalm 19:1-6 teach the heavens to speak daily and speak every language on earth. There is not one person who does not hear the voice.”
A non-believer recently asked me if I’ve seen God. I answered no. I was mistaken. I see Him every day. My walk made me realize I can also hear Him. So can you, if you look and listen for Him in all things. A recent sunrise spoke so clearly to a friend of mine that she was moved to share it with me:
From 2008 to 2018 I crossed the Fox River on Highway 172 on my way to work. It was only after I was saved in 2016 that I began to start truly noticing the sunrises on my way to work. They were such powerful God moments for me I started timing my commute to catch them at optimal viewing position. When was the last time you scheduled your morning around seeing the sunrise? Have you ever?
God speaks to us in many ways, in the words of others, in a baby’s smile, in all the outdoors. Ten years ago, six years before I was saved, I visited a place called Hurricane Ridge in the Olympic Mountain Range in Washington State. This website will give you a taste of what I was blessed to experience. I cannot wait to go back and hear what I missed last time. But you needn’t travel to hear God in His creation. Just walk outside. Yes, even this time of year in Wisconsin, a visual symphony awaits.
This post is republished with permission from Oakbrook Church, De Pere.