I sit and watch the intricate dance, floating, swirling before my face. Silently I breathe it in, these glowing, flaming sparks of color. Every mote reflects the sun in blues, greens, pinks, and golds, set dancing by the faintest whisper.
I marvel at the beauty of these dust motes, shreds of dead refuse brought to life by the breeze and transformed into glittering jewels by the sun.
"Then the LORD God formed the man of dust from the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living creature." Genesis 2:7 ESV
"Yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes..." James 4:14 ESV
We are like the dust. Microscopic, insignificant pieces of dead matter. The Spirit breathes on us and we are brought to life, looping and swirling in an elaborate dance. The Father shines on us and we begin to glow, reflecting his light in a glorious array of colors. Is it not a breath-taking concept that though we are but a vapor, we are beloved by the God of the universe?
Friday, July 1, 2011
He Makes All Things Beautiful
Posted by Catherine at 1:12 PM
Labels: Creative Writing, Godly Living
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1 comments:
this is beautiful, you have such a way with words. its such a nice reminder of how much we have to be thankful for, the God of the universe loves each and every one of us for who we are. it really puts things in perspective at how insignificant our life is until He comes in.
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