You are here

I see You in morning sunrises and morning coffee and morning books

You are the start of each day

In the silence of the sky you speak so loudly

I think water colors are your favorite medium because you use them so well

To draw us into the beauty of Creation and to color us cards of encouragement

Each ray is a thank you and each cloud a reminder

that sometimes it's hard to see the Son when you're distracted by the vastness of the world

I see You in laughter, in the crinkles that wrap around your children's eyes

Like porches on houses in sunny summer afternoons

You have a funny way of bringing your people together around tables of joy

With the clinking of ice cubes in glasses of ice tea

And the dancing of footsteps down well traveled paths

Sometimes putting us in the way of those we didn't know we needed to encounter

And counting on us to keep your playful spirit alive in love

I see You in irises and curved lenses and pupils

Constantly craving to let in more light from this world

Eye contact breeds connection 

But sometimes we'd rather connect a phone to our ear than our heart to another's

The emptiness of trials and the twinkle of triumph 

You whisper in looks of dispair

But more often you yell out in looks of pain 

Daring us to live out and inspire change

You rearrange our hearts and hopes 

in the skeletons on street corners

and the tiny feet climbing up playground ladders

I see You in city buildings and towering pine trees

Both greeting the skyline with open arms and admiration

For neither one would seem as great without the other

In playing hide and seek with the wind

rushing past and brushing my shoulders

In the repetition of waves of hands and oceans alike

People's footsteps falling in place with millions who have walked before them

And untraveled wooded routes that only Your grace has carved a way through

I see You in the rise and fall of each new breath

The tiny blister on my right index finger that forms as you guide my pen and fill my notebooks

The daily buzz of conversation and community 

The way my eyes always seem to people watch 

looking for new stories to inspire my own

The Author of Life

You write our conclusions to be far better than our beginnings

You are here.