‘The heavens declare the glory of God and the sky above proclaims His handiwork.’ Psalm 91:1
It was a very ordinary group of trees and shrubs. As it was early spring the leaves hadn’t yet started to appear, so the branches stood out in their silhouetted beauty. At the base of the trees were shrubs of various shapes and sizes. It front there was an ordinary country wooden fence, partly broken in places. As the wind blew around, I sat sheltered in my car and I was struck by how ordinary everything was, yet to my eye it was a beautiful sight. Maybe I was seeing it with Christ-filled eyes.
It was a sight that has stayed in my mind. Like Wordsworth’s daffodils I keep recalling the scene. To my right had been the traffic driving by, but it was no distraction. Hidden behind the trees was a small industrial site. But none of this registered. Even months later I can recall the picture and the sense of God’s presence. He isn’t just felt in beautiful mountains or magnificent cathedrals. He is everywhere and in everything. But we do need to give ourselves time to feel Him. It’s a case of the still, small voice.