Tag: creation

Connected and Important

I inhale still morning air, damp with the overnight rain. Even the birds are quiet this morning, sleeping in, observing the sabbath. Or maybe it’s just too early. The cloud cover keeps the sun hidden and the cooler temperatures urge us to nestle in our beds.

The smell of summer has passed. No tart tomato leaves or scents of wild onions or grass clippings. The air is damp and dying. Leaves gather and decay along the driveway. Soon the shorten hours of sunlight will bring out the vibrant oranges, reds, and yellows of the trees, but this morning there is only stillness, as if the world waits in anticipation, in preparation.

Sometimes I am brought to my knees by the amazing complexity of the world around me. Distant worlds that rotate while suspended in the air by unseen forces. Bumblebees and butterflies go about their daily tasks and thereby ensure the survival of thousands of plant species. Trees stretch unground, toss their seeds into the wind, and provide homes and nourishment for all kinds of animals.

What a gift to be part of this dynamic, interconnected, and diverse community! What a blessing to stand in my yard and sense how God makes us all dependent on each other, on all His creation. I am every bit as much a part of His endless creation as the blades of grass, the trees, and the bumblebees. And the animals that live all around me – birds, and possums, and squirrels, and mice, and ants, and worms, and gnats. As well as the hundreds of different plants that grow at my feet, in the hedgerow, along the creek, in the creek. The world, the world in which He put us, is an amazing place.

Make a joyful noise to the Lord, all the earth. Worship the Lord with gladness; come into his presence with signing. Know that the Lord is God. It is he who made us, and we are his; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. Psalm 100:1-3.

One of the things that science has discovered is that even the tiniest, most insignificant creatures in nature are vital to the health of the planet. The worms, the microbes, the fungi, the bees. Even the scary, bad ones. If you haven’t seen the story about the reintroduction of wolves to Yellowstone, watch it here now. Wolves changed the ecosystem, the landscape, and the biodiversity of Yellowstone.

Each of us, every person, every animal, every insect and bird, every plant, has a role in God’s earth. We are not merely tamers of it or custodians of it or savers of it. We are part of it. The eye cannot say to the foot, “I have no need of you.” (I Corinthians 12:21)

I’m not making a political statement. I am just awed by how God made us all interconnected and interdependent. God is an all-powerful creator who made galaxies and volcanic mountains. God also designed delicate flower petals, created intricate designs in snowflakes and spider webs, and developed complex DNA stands and molecular structures. He is concerned with all the little things that work together to create the big picture.

I dare say that He is concerned with how you spend your day today, with how I spend my day.

We are a part of his creation, a small but significant part. We can acknowledge that or pretend that our lives don’t matter, any more than the life of a bumblebee or a wolf matters, or the leaves on a tree matter. They do. They have a purpose. You have a purpose. I have a purpose. We are all important in the intricate, beautiful, and awe-inspiring thing called life on this earth.

Enter his gates with thanksgiving, and his courts with praise. Give thanks to him, bless his name. For the Lord is good; his steadfast love endures forever, and his faithfulness is to all generations. Psalm 100:4-5.

Love in Christ, Betsy

Pesto

The cool morning air chills my cheeks. Fall seems to have finally arrived. Soon it will be time to plant the garlic and cover the ground for the winter. Today, the basil calls me.

The cooler weather means the basil will soon die. Already her leaves yellow. Soon, I will no longer be able to pick fresh basil to add to my salads, my pizza, my sauces. Today, I need to preserve that flavor and aroma for colder months. Today, I need to make pesto.

My history with pesto is short and not illustrious. In the garden, the plant grows faster than my need for it, especially as I only cook for one – and that rarely. But the scent of basil on my hands makes the growing of it worthwhile, and the taste is heavenly.

My first attempts at making pesto were poor. I didn’t have the correct equipment or ingredients. I was “winging it,” as I am prone to do, and the results were thick, bitter, and black. Too much garlic, too much parmesan, not enough oil, not enough lemon juice.

I have made several small batches since then, working on the texture and taste that appeals to me. The recipes are fairly consistent, and not difficult, but my lack of precision lends variety to my batches. Even with this year-end batch, most of which I will freeze, I ran out of lemon juice and made the last batch with lime juice. I kinda like it!

As I enjoy my pesto on pasta, I give thanks that God created such pleasures for my senses. The vestiges of the Puritans which still echo in our society tell us sensual pleasure is a sin. But God made such amazing aromas and tastes and textures. God gave us the ability to smell and taste and sense. He wants us to appreciate these marvelous gifts He gives us. Not to excess, of course; not to the point that the gift becomes more important than the giver, but what a gift!

You are worthy, our Lord and God, to receive glory and honor and power, for you created all things, and by your will they were created and existed. Revelation 4:11.

He created a world filled with beauty and flavor and aromas and an endless array of tactile experiences. Not all of them are lovely. Not everything smells as good as basil or tastes as good as pesto. But isn’t that the beauty as well? The world would be a drab place if everything were the same. (Images from dystopian movies fill my head!)

Henry Van Dyke, the noted poet and theologian from the turn of the 20th century, reminds us that the “the woods would be very silent if no birds sang except those who sang best.” While he was encouraging us to use our God-given talents no matter how inadequate they may seem, he also speaks to the beautiful and joyful noise created by different birds’ unique voices. Or different humans’ unique voices. Or different flavors and aromas and textures. What beauty there can be in a diverse array of thoughts and ideas and attitudes and talents and looks and abilities if all are joined to give thanks and glory to God.

Without being joined with the nuts and cheese and garlic and oil and lemon juice, the basil leaves would wither on the vine or brown on the kitchen sink. Now they have been transformed into a delicious sauce that will bring flavor and joy to my meals for months to come.

God saw everything that he had made. And indeed, it was very good. And there was evening and there was morning, the sixth day. Genesis 1:31.

May you rejoice in God’s glorious creation today and give thanks for the multitude of sight and sounds and smells that fill your day.

Love in Christ, Betsy

The Beach in August

I took a break from the garden last week to spend time at the beach with extended family.

Every day the weather was different. Storms raged at sea and occasionally on our beach. Hot sun had us sitting under a beach canopy and cloudy skies had us building sandcastles at the water’s edge.

When the wind kicked up the waves, we took the twins in their floaties to the sandbar beyond the waves and watched the dolphins rise to the surface close by. They are two and a half years old. I hope a deep love of the ocean was instilled in them even though they probably won’t remember this trip.

My parents took me to the ocean as a child, and my husband and I took our children. Now my grandchildren have been as well. Going to the beach has changed since I was a child, but the beach hasn’t.

When I was a child, I slept on an inflatable raft in the back of the station wagon during the drive. We had no sunscreen, no beach umbrella. I stayed out until my nose hurt when I crinkled it. I now see the dermatologists every six months to keep my skin cancer at bay.

My grandkids get sprayed down with 100 spf baby-friendly sunscreen and play under the canopy when it gets too hot.

But the sand still holds treasures – seashells and little periwinkles who dig into the sand when the waves recede. Sand crabs still dig their holes and watch for feet and seagulls. Pelicans still dive from the sky to bob on the water with a fish in their beak. And the dolphins still gently surface the water or grace us with a jump or a splash.

Storms still rage at sea while we sit in the sun and watch them travel across the horizon. The sun still fills the sky with colors every morning and bursts in rays from behind the clouds. The sand still insists on coming home with you in your car, in your suitcase, in your shoes.

God still speaks to me through his amazing creations, the wind, the waves, the sea life, the shore, the sand, the ever-changing, never-changing mystery of the sea.

Ever since the creation of the world his eternal power and divine nature, invisible thought they are, have been understood and seen through the things he has made. Romans 1:20.

It was difficult to come home. My garden is aging out and covered in weeds. My fig and raspberry are begging for more space. I am meeting with agents and attending writer’s conferences and preparing for a family gathering. There are things that need attention in my home, in my garden, in my life.

But what a gift to spend a little while getting to know extended family, playing with the grandkids, and soaking in the beauty of the ocean. What a gift to take a sabbath break from other demands and dig my toes in the sand. What a gift to turn my eyes away from daily concerns and look instead to God’s beautiful creation.

Love in Christ, Betsy