We have seen His glory.
Walking the trail at the resevoir in the growing heat of the day, I stopped and took refuge on a bench under a scrub oak. The deep blue water shimmered in the full force of the sun. The plants and trees growing along the banks looked illuminated, too. It was as if God was saying, “look at all I’ve created for you! Can you see me hidden here in everything?”
“I know you are here,” I prayed silently. “There you are,” I said, and pointed to a rather squat shrub to my left. “And there,” I said, and pointed to a vine of posion oak wrapping its way around a tree trunk. I looked upward and saw a hawk circling high above. “There you are,” I said. “God, I see you in all things. Your spirit permeates all of creation.” A gentle breeze rushed past me, lifting my hair. I smiled at the playfulness of it.
I sat for a few more minutes, allowing the shade to revive me, then rose to my feet and slowly started off again. This time, I walked with with my eyes and my heart wide open to God, open to all of His creation.