Riding up into the silence of the forests and meadows, gazing through densely clustered pines where the sunlight fought for every inch it gained onto the forest floor below, taking a peek into the real life world of a "Mr. Beaver" and having him gaze back in curiosity, I truly, honestly, could have believed myself to have stumbled into Narnia. It was as if, up there, nothing else existed. As if reality seemed to shift and alter it's course, for reality surely could not be the same in such a place. Every birdsong, every tiny flower shining in full, glorious color for it's Creator, even the smallest bumble bee, all seemed to cry out of a God who's imagination is beyond comprehension.
That's such a beautiful thought for me to meditate on and take relief in. My God is not some stoic, unmoving, unfeeling being somewhere out there in the universe. The God who has stolen my heart laughs and dreams and loves and has every emotion to the uttermost, yet to perfection. His imagination is incredible and I would have mine be but a drop of what His is. I would have Him teach me to stop and see the beauty He has created in all it's enchanting glory! For each leaf on every tree, each sunset He paints across every evening sky, every bubbling brook and laughing creek that dance across every forest floor, they all sing such individual songs, yet that same golden cord runs like a lifeline through them all. They have but one purpose, to lift up His name and bring a smile to our face! Isn't that wonderful?!
Well, I think it's simply splendid:-) And at the end of this lovely adventure, I came back to my own reality quite taken, once again, with the face of my Jesus. For He was written all over those hills and mountains.
So, now here I am, sitting in a coffee shop (which is also inspiring, just in a different way) trying to accurately convey what I felt yesterday up in that other world. I am doing a very poor job. It seems, my words do not capture in the tiniest measure what I was feeling. Do you know how, when you see something so utterly not of this world and you know in that moment that surely, there is a desire for something there that nothing in this world will ever fill, and in that moment the beauty is so overwhelming it hurts...well, it is in those moments that I know I was made for another world and this one is but the dimmest shadow of things to come...