This post by Scotty Smith first appeared on The Gospel Coalition on September 27, 2013

The heavens declare the glory of God,

    and the sky above proclaims his handiwork.

Day to day pours out speech,

    and night to night reveals knowledge.

There is no speech, nor are there words,

    whose voice is not heard. Ps. 19:1-3

Dear heavenly Father, as I meditate on King David’s words, this late September morning, the cooler temperature fuels my anticipation of the kaleidoscopic glory of the season. Soon you will paint our trees with splashes of red, yellow, and orange, against the backdrop of rich Carolina blue skies. How I love the Fall…

But slow me down, Father. Slow me down in the coming days to savor nature’s declaration of your glory. I’ve been way too busy of late, and I don’t want to look up only to see all of the leaves on the ground. Help me to live at the pace of grace. Tune my ears and open my eyes, to experience what you want to show me about yourself through the things you have made.

The pouring forth of creation-speak is endless, wondrous, and sumptuous—a visual, auditory, aromatic smorgasbord of delights. How can anyone with any degree of sensual awareness ponder creation and not worship you, the Creator of all things?

Father, you invented the sonic wonder of waves crashing on the shoreline. You created the mesmerizing sparkle in my grandson’s eyes. It was you who planted the Swiss Alps in our world for all to see—irrepressible in their power to draw forth awe from the soul.

You hand-paint every trout in the world. You’re responsible for the permanent smile on the face of dolphin. It’s you who put the crunch in toffee and the aroma in coffee. You gave the gift of melody to The Beatles and the gift of symphony to Beethoven. You are the envy of every artist who studies sunrises and sunsets, some of your best and most daily work.

But topping everything you have done, it was you, Father, who gave Jesus for us. Not content just to be a magnificent Creator, you also choose to be a merciful Redeemer. Oh, how we praise you; oh, how we praise you for the unsearchable riches of the gospel and the limitless wonder of your grace! So very Amen, we pray, in Jesus’ peerless and praiseworthy name.


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