The beauty of simplicity is scattered throughout the day. It is crafted by our Creator. They are obvious interventions in a complicated world, each special in communicating its message. The reflections of peace and stability we never question, as if the sun would never cease to rise, the breeze will always blow and the clouds will forever weave themselves a tapestry in the sky. These seem programmed into our day, clinging to our anchors of time, money and space. Yet these regretfully normal occurrences are birthed and sustained by a powerful One who seeks not to satisfy with wealth and power but an all-encompassing grandeur of His own glory. It is why this sun warms our bodies and alters tiny pigments in our skin. It is why this breeze kisses our cheeks ever so gently and we rest in its embrace. It is why these clouds are the scribbles of a mighty Hand, framed by an atmosphere outside of our comprehension.
This beauty earns us no money, but fills our hearts with the splendor and freedom of our Maker.
