God the Strong One, the Creator, thank you!
Thank you for coloring the sky blue and leaves green. And cardinals red. Your creativity is endless—just look at the jellyfish you fashioned, the snail, the walking stick. (Did you chuckle when you gave life to the walking stick?) You designed flowers to unfold, turtles to hatch, and elbows to bend. And that whole let’s have the caterpillar eat all the leaves off the bush, hang out in a cocoon for a while then transform into a butterfly plan—good one, God. Very nice!
You picked sunset to be your fresh canvas. And as the sunset creeps across the time zones, how fun it must be to paint your ongoing masterpiece. Splashing pinks, purples, yellows and reds across the sky. Adding a few clouds this time or simply leaving the sky clear. One continual work of art in breathtaking display wrapping slowly around the earth, every single day.
And then you’re like, let’s do sunrise too!
It’s a good thing you’re God and I’m not. Thank you for shouldering the big stuff like weather and galaxies and birth. Thank you for keeping track of the details of my today, and also of my tomorrow. And thanks for being You.
When I stare at sparse pantry shelves and wonder how to feed my kids, you suggest turning a cup of rice, can of black beans, single tomato and leftover tortillas into grilled stuffed burritos that fill us up. When I have bills to pay and an empty bank account, you load my desk with job orders that cover what I owe. I don’t have to be afraid of dwindling toilet paper or empty milk jugs or the low fuel light, because you are with me. You are the God who sees and therefore provides, and you live up to your name.
You promised to be faithful. To comfort. To never leave me nor abandon me. And you keep your promises. I’m so glad you keep your promises! When I see a handholding couple stroll past me on the beach and feel my own palms dangling free, unheld, you distract me with little sand sculptures and soft patterns in the waves. And I smile. And feel your presence.
You are the one who comforts me when evening is solitary and bedtime is too far away. You’re the one who defends me when the accusations are sharp and untrue. You give me wisdom. and words. and voice.
I can trust you because you are the One Who Comes Through For Me. You tell me you are worthy to be trusted, and then you prove it to me again and again and again. So now I know from experience that I can trust you. And I can grab onto those promises with two hands and believe you, even when everything around me seems not.
I look back and see how you have pursued me, getting my attention when I was distracted by my own importance. You didn’t let my sharpness, my ugliness, my pride dissuade you from wanting me. And when the seeming perfection of my little world shattered, you caught me in strong arms and spoke ever so gently to me until I began to listen and to hear you. And you sat with me, counting my tears and holding my broken heart, until I started to heal. You restore my soul. Woohoo, God! You restore my soul!
You shower me with your goodness, bringing me flowers and songs and friends. You give me a new home, a new community, a new story. You are awesome. Absolutely awesome! All eyes are on you, God! Woohoo!