Creation and rustling pages

     "Oh sing to the Lord a new song; sing to the Lord all the earth! Sing to the Lord, bless his name; tell of his salvation from day to day. Declare his glory among the nations, his marvelous works among all peoples!  For great is the Lord, and greatly to be praised; he is to be feared above all gods...Let the heavens be glad, and let the earth rejoice; let the sea roar, and all that fills it; let the field exult, and everything in it!  Then shall all the trees, of the forest sing for joy before the Lord, for He comes, for He comes to judge the earth. He will judge the world in righteousness, and the peoples in his faithfulness." (Psalm 96:1-4,11-13)
      Another day glimpsing God's glory in the mountains.

The boys swimming with Bingley--

     And the other night, we sat on the porch and enjoyed a spectacular light show as the moon slowly rose over the horizon.  Beginning as a tiny thumbnail of orange on the edge of the horizon, the bright orange disk gradually grew and grew until it lit up the sky with it's deep amber brilliance.  What a mighty God we serve who has created such a magnificent heaven and earth!

      C.S. Lewis wrote, "At present we are on the outside of the world, the wrong side of the door.  We discern the freshness and purity of the morning, but they do not make us fresh and pure.  We cannot mingle with the splendors we see.  But all the leaves of the New Testament are rustling with the rumor that it will not always be so.  Someday, God willing, we shall get 'in'...We will put on glory...that greater glory of which nature is only the first sketch."
     Looking around the mountains, that splendor surrounds us at every turn...it is a beauty that causes a bittersweet joy and ache.  A realization that this is but the tiniest glimpse into the perfect heaven and earth which shall one day be reality.
     It is the here and now...but not yet.  And so we wait in that sometimes wondrous, sometimes painful in-between.  Praising the Creator for His magnificent creation...yet knowing and trusting that one glorious day, "we shall get 'in'" and witness firsthand His finished, awesome masterpiece.
     On that wonderful day, we too, shall be finished and perfected works to the glory of our God.  Oh how far I have to go in my present sinful, selfish state.  Ugh, so much ugly me and not enough of my beautiful Savior.
      But, praise God, He is not finished with me, or any of us, yet...just as He is not finished with this magnificent world.  Thank You, Father, for the promise and hope of the rustling of those leaves in our New Testament...thank You for the promise of glory.  Thank You for the One who is even now, rustling those pages and who is the Word, our Redeemer and Perfecter, the Lord Jesus.
     To God be the glory.