A snippet from a journal entry I wrote yesterday on my 3 hour boat-trip back from Bukavu
I sit as we sail and I watch the rolling hills go by and oh! how they roll. Endlessly high and on and on and on, into the vast expanse beyond. And the waters beneath are calm as they ripple gently to meet the shore. And the sun, it peaks out from behind the clouds to dance upon the waters, teasing us gently with it’s sparkle.
I try to look upwards to see an end to the hills, the beauty, the creation but all I see is the heavens stretching on forever, bound neither by time or space.
And I’m reminded once again how very small I am. Overwhelmed. A little speck of dust in a world so full and a creation so big.
In the vastness of it all I look heavenwards and say thank you.
And somehow I feel the warmth of the Creator upon my skin. He whispers ‘you may be small but you’re mine. Did you know that? You’re mine, and as you gaze upon the beauty of my creation I see your sparkle adding to it. You, my love, add to my creation, and you may feel small, but you’re a part of what makes it beautiful to me.’
And I smile upwards and my heart bursts. Small teardrops of gratitude and adoration of my Creator God make a splash into the waters beneath me, adding my little bit, my little imprint on the beauty of eternity.