God's Handiwork

Blackness of night faded. Waves of gray blue clouds sprawled across the lightening sky. 

Flapping wings interrupted my devotions. Like an angel on a Christmas tree, a blue heron adorned the towering cypress. His slender neck and elongated beak were silhouetted against the dim sky. Like an arrow, he pointed me to the spectacular display.

Florescent pink transformed the dull sky from gray to an exquisite masterpiece. I stared at the unbelievable beauty pointed out to me by the solitary heron from his unusual spot. The brief exhibition disappeared as heavy clouds covered the sun but not my memory.

Life is filled with people and situations that point us to God’s handiwork--even in the midst of dark, foreboding clouds. 

Be watchful. Someone may be directing you to Him. Perhaps, you are the one to do the pointing for someone else. 

Encourage one another and build each other up, just as in fact you are doing. 

1 Thessalonians 5: 11

Father, help us to see you and to be your hands and feet. Amen