We walk to church. My little family and I. We don’t have a car right now. It’s nice actually spending 20 min or so each Sunday as we walk together and talk together.
Last Sunday was a real treat. It was foggy the night before and because of the below freezing temperature, the moisture had frozen to the spruce and split birch trees which line our street.
It was just before eight in the morning and the sun was just peeking over the rooftops. Though the sky was covered by one large grey cloud, the sunrise seemed to make it a pale blue.
The snow on the road was covered with a thin layer of sand dropped by city workers the previous night. A few cars had driven over it during the night, and the snow had diluted the ugly brown into a beautiful coral pink.
And here we were stepping out our door to behold the wonderful picture nature had busily built for us during the night. A pale blue sky, clean white trees and grass, and coral pink roads. It was so full of beauty and love that I forgot for a few moments how cold the winter morning was.
As I reflected on this beauty, I was reminded about the power of God. Actually, I was reminded of even more than His power. I was reminded of His love, His generosity, His mercy. And I began to think of other things which attested to His existence.
When winter snows melt and give way to spring flowers, caterpillars will emerge from their eggs. In a few short weeks they will create cocoons and then emerge as beautiful, sparkling summer butterflies. I am compelled to think of how these caterpillars remind me of our mortal lives. We are born, live through our lives and then we die. We sleep in our earthen cocoons and then rise in the summer as glorified, beautiful resurrected beings.
Mountains steadfast and immoveable in their places remind me of God’s unchanging will. Oceans so deep and wide remind me of God’s all-knowing, all-present vision.
The yellow sun, so bright I cannot look upon it. Our source of light and life reminds me of another Son, from whom all light flows (D&C 88:7-13). In whom all men shall be made alive (1 Cor 15:22).
I reflect on the earth, its moon and its planet brothers and sisters. How they each move every day, every year, never hitting each other. These too remind me of God. That He is a God of order. That all of His creations follow His laws.
And in all things — the colour of a yellow rose, the sound of a quiet brook, the orange of a dropping sun, the taste of saskatoons — is my testimony of God strengthened. In all things I can see the love of my Father.
