A Beautiful Sight to Behold

There is a solitary island, surrounded on all sides by calm Pacific waters. Towering palm trees rise higher than a small skyscrapers, their leaves and branches providing an inviting relief from the blazing sun. Coconuts swing from the top in the humid breeze off the ocean; a set echo as their hollow shells clatter to the sand beneath. An abandoned hut rests quietly near the shore, patiently awaiting an arrival of visitors. A bamboo welcome mat with a pair of flip flops rests of the porch steps. A hammock is stretched taught between two bowing palm limbs, salty waves rolling in just below.  The sky is a crystal blue, which seems to be reflected in the glassy, sparkling calm ocean.  Only a short walking distance away, the coast becomes rocky and creates a natural cove. The boulders are beat by strong, torrential waves at high tide.  Birds twitter and take off in flight to scoop up a fish from a white-capped wave. Little ghost crabs scatter as a wave whips softly across the sand, gently brushing away silt to reveal a shiny sand dollar. A pod of clicking dolphins gleefully speed across the horizon. A sweet aroma floats by. As you turn you back to the sea, you notice a bush of assorted hibiscuses. What bliss! To think, some people believe in evolution. A place of such paradise could never just gradually appear over millions of years. No, God hand-crafted each wispy cloud in the sky and colored-in each brilliant shade and hue. Only a master Artist could blend up such an amazing and beautiful sight. Indeed, a beautiful sight to behold!

At Times Like These

It's at times like these that I am inspired. When the air is cool, crisp, and so clean. When the skies darken, and the clouds roll in. The lightning strikes wonder in my eyes, and seconds following, my ears are filled with a display of Your majesty. Rolling claps of thunder. I feel like a grain of sand - minute and so weak. 

It's at times like these when I realize Your power and my need for a Saviour. One who creates the thunder, and knows everything. That blinding bolt of light, how pure and strong. Rain begins to patter on the ground, puffs of dust arise off the stepping stones. The drops fall with higher frequency, humidity rises, and a fresh scent wafts through my open bay window where I sit, imagining.

Imagining how people could think God a figment in times like these.

Because it's in times like these when I know, without a doubt, that You exist. You exist out of love for my well being. In times like these.