Years I have spent looking out over the rolling hills,
The many trees you give us that sway in the breeze sent to kiss us.
I see stars twinkle like a children’s song,
But somehow even in that their glory shines all the brighter.
I gaze in awe at the roaring rivers and rushing waterfalls,
And I sit in wonder at the sight of a babbling brook.
I see your creation,
The beauty in what I am beholding,
The grandeur that is beyond life’s constrictions.
And then I stop in my tracks.
I take a breath and I ask,
But how can it be?
And, in the sweetest of moments,
You sit with me and say,
Above all this that brings you to your knees,
Beyond the beauty of the swaying trees.
More beautiful than the brilliance of the stars,
Surpassing the calming splendor of the rushing water.
More glorious than all that,
Is you,
My daughter.
All that surrounds you,
The beautiful nature of things,
It all was made to point to me,
But you were made to walk with me.
You,
Made in my image,
Having my breath in your lungs,
You are my prized creation above all else.
Because,
With you,
Each day my love is made new.
You,
My child,
Are the everything to Me.
Here is a glimpse into how my Father speaks to me. When I sat down to write the poem above this week, my heart was heavy. Heavy with missing home, heavy from not feeling well physically, heavy with carrying the hurting hearts of the people around me. I was also in the middle of some cautionary time in quarantine with my team, and so I could not go explore and be in nature which is a sure fire way for me to always connect with God. I decided to get creative and I thought “well, if I can’t be in the middle of God’s beautiful nature, then I will write about it”. I sat down, and I wrote the beginning to a poem that was supposed to be full of adorations from my pen to the Fathers heart, glorifying Him and how incredibly He shows up in nature. In the middle of my writing, I stopped. A little bit lost, I thought, “that’s not what I was going to write. Where is my brain going with this?” And when I say that my Heavenly Father wrapped my hand in His and wrote me the sweetest poem, I am not even joking. In a moment where I was downcast and hurting, a moment where I was going to offer my adorations to the Father, He looked at me and said, “You need this more than I do. Let me fill you with adoration and truth that you might always know how in awe of you I am”. After we finished writing, I went back and read it and I just cried. How sweet is the Fathers love for us? The realization that He took something that I could grasp, my love for nature, and paralleled it with the surpassing love He has for me, His daughter, astounds me again and again.
I love being able to experience my God in new ways that I would have never imagined having the opportunity too. He is too good to me and so sweet in how He speaks to me. My prayer is that in your time communing with the Father, that you take time to let Him speak. Learn the ways in which He wants to speak to you and press into the unique ways He shows up in your heart. I now am able to learn a new side to the love of the Father that I never thought possible, because I have learned He so softly speaks to me in the poetry we write together. My cry is that each of you can learn the art of stillness in order to experience the intimate ways He speaks to you, centered around the incredible bond you have with Him as His child. You are so incredibly loved, and it is a real and tangible love. I pray that we can learn to allow ourselves to listen in order to hear the Fathers heart.
-Q
