It wasn’t much to look at, and no one was there to see
it.
The lump of matter we call Earth was a wasteland. Formless and empty and dark. Covered with deep water and silent blackness,
the desolate mass appeared stagnant and useless.
But it was not, for God was there.
Biding and brooding, the Holy One hovered over the
surface. His Spirit surrounded the
stillness and enveloped the emptiness.
Although no potential for change lay within the matter, all possibility
lived in the Maker.
Very soon, seagulls would soar in the breeze, squawking
rudely at tiny crabs scampering across salty sand. Before long, busy bees would flit among
bright flowers, sampling sweet nectar and gathering golden pollen. In just a few days, giraffes would stretch
lanky necks and nibble crisp leaves high in blowing trees. But for now, no sign of life was
stirring. The shapeless something that
was there seemed good for nothing. But it wasn’t, for God was there.
And neither are we, for God is there. When we aren’t much to look at and no one is
around to see us, God is there. When our
heart are wastelands and our souls seem stagnant, God is there. He is hovering. He is holding. He is surrounding. He will envelop our emptiness and cover our
chaos. God is there, waiting to create a
masterpiece out of our mess. His Spirit
will move when the time is right, so until then, surrender to His stillness and
rest in His deep Presence.
The earth
was barren before it was beautiful.
And God was
there — in both.
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