The Precious Gift of Nature

Chipmunks scurrying around my feet. The wind blowing in the pine trees. The campfire crackling and burning brightly. A hawk diving for its prey. The sights and sounds of nature.

It’s energizing. It’s inspiring. It’s peaceful. They are nature’s gifts.

As I write, my husband and I are enjoying a camping trip in Durango, visiting my son, Sean. It’s so good to reconnect face to face and catch up on all the things we don’t get to say over the phone. As we laugh and talk and smile, he’s still the little boy I fell in love with the day he was born. Yet, in reality, he’s a man, a good man. That, too, is a gift.

A few minutes ago, I got a phone call from my 2-year-old granddaughter in South Africa! She’s been missing me all day long, begging to talk to her grandma. Now that’s a gift too—that a little girl and her grandma love each other in such a special way and are closely connected so far, far away.

Sometimes it’s too easy to fly through life without taking the time to notice the precious little things that touch our world every day. The teamwork of husband and wife. The oneness of doing life together. The special and little quirky things that only the two of you share. Working together to make life happen.

When we finally slow down, it hits us—God’s creation, whether it’s marriage, the relationship between parent and child or grandchild, or a curious chipmunk—all of it proclaims His beauty, His creation, His love.

And so I pause, turn my heart heavenward, and thank the One who made it all. I am grateful—for these reminders of His very nature. I am also thankful for you, my reader.

I’d love to have a conversation with you, maybe not face-to-face or by phone, but I’d love to hear from you through your comments. Please take a moment to post your thoughts. I’d love to know!

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