I sit and peer through the window, through the few 60 ft trees remaining just past the patch of green that spreads the length of this sanctuary, where I sit and sip my coffee, to the water quietly rippling and the branches gently swaying to the calm serenity that brushes through. A pure white backdrop envelopes this scene with a fog that spreads across the heavens.
Who does this? Who draws me in with the magnificence of this creation? Who commands a storm to be still? Who is worthy of the worship I witness surrounding me? And who envelopes me within this canvas to cause me to stop, be still, and know - only the Creator.
Who am I among all of this magnificence, with tumultuous waters within, too often fighting the current causing me, too little, to notice the handiwork of the Creator?
Still, I am chosen. I am His...valued far above every other breath-taking element that bends my knee. All of life may blaze by yet, to be still is to know that He is God.