He Never Stops Noticing You

“Attention all! See the marvels of God! He plants flowers and trees all over the earth. Step out of the traffic. Take a long loving look at me, your High God.”  Psalm 46:8,10 (Msg)

It was just an hour. Somehow miscalculated on the calendar. Instead of filling the time with another errand while I wait to pick up a child, I listen to the whisper that says come to the stream.

With my windows down and distant voices at the park, I could almost fall asleep to the babbling brook. I step outside my car. My eyes drawn down.

To the small. The trampled on. Discarded by those hurrying to the life-giving waters.

The yellow says hello. I am small and protected.

He sees me. He affirms he is a God who notices.

The one who has a million ways to remind me of his presence.

But I rush. I worry. I cross off my to do list.

Sometimes I trample flowers to get to him and the answers that the water sells. But I know he never intended to be a vending machine.

He waits.

For just this moment. For the one when I roll down my window.

For the one where I enter into the moment rather than managing it.

For the one when I’m not bartering for his provision but seeing it is already there in abundance.

For the one where I can enjoy him, not for what he will do, but the immense completeness of his presence.

I offer what this season of life affords. A few minutes before the house awakes. An hour between appointments. Prayers said to the hum of the dryer. The surprise of tears that tells me there is more.

And he takes my breath away. He transforms. He multiplies. He responds in songs of peace and patience and beauty. Redeeming the time, always redeeming.

He places yellow among over looked rocks by a steam that keeps babbling. With that small invitation he ushers my being into his world.

And for a moment, the clamor of the water takes a backseat. I am a guest of the flowers. They bend towards me and tell me secrets of their Creator. Of his loving kindness in placing them right there. Of his purpose in making small flowers and big oak trees. Of a kingdom that needs it all, where importance is measured by a different rule.

As I get back in my car, the flowers stand up straighter. And as I pull away, I hear them shout “You are his creation too.” Then a whisper, “When you feel small, missed, unseen….yes even those times, you are his beloved creation too. He never stops noticing you.”

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