*waves

my favourite author's favourite author wrote:

i have been asked by some how I can be so certain in the existence of a good God, and i have asked them in return if they have eyes to see. God has woven himself irretrievably into nature; left his fingerpirints behind to show us where he has been. His signature is smeared into the curls of the mily way, forever circling above the rim of the world. God has scattered fragments of himself all about the earth like a father hides eggs in the yard before his son's very first Easter; higing behind a tree with laughing eyes and waiting to see which of the treasures his child will uncover first.


hmmm.. so maybe after reading this i should change my favourite author?


i am so so captivated by nature. extremely. the vastness, the mystery, the great unspeakable beauty, the colors, the sizes, the animals, the flowers, the smell. all these are God waving to me.

today i wish (many days i wish) that i can be back in new zealand. especially in queenstown. by the sealed dock by the lake. with my legs dangling from the wooden dock and the gentle sun warming my body while the breeze refreshes my spirit. i remember the sound of the water lapping, the birds that were flying around, the mountains just next to the lake. covered with mist. and i was reading a book. and i was pondering. i was just enjoying God waving hello to me.


i waved hello back too.


but today i was at home. there was no water, no mountain, no birds. but there was still book, there was this pondering. still a grateful heart. and you were still here waving hello to me.


i see trees of green. red roses too. i see them bloom for me and you. and i think to myself. what w wonderful world.


thank you.