by Sarah Van Diest @SarahVanDiest
In
Switzerland—Burtigny, to be precise—there is a hill I climbed several times during
my recent stay. Though autumn had secured much of the landscape, there remained
a few bright red poppies blooming on the edge of a farmer’s field. Situated
just above this field was a small wooded area with an enticing walking path
through the heart of it. It didn’t seem to matter to me if the day was sunny
and mild, or cloudy and wet, I still wanted to walk up the hill, venture into
the woods if time allowed, and always
visit the poppies.
One day, when it was simply too wet and too blustery to venture out and up the hill, I wrote the below:
Poppies
await the arrival of hikers, or fowl, or whatever may wander up their way.
Their brilliant red heads provide an imagined explanation to their name as they
pop out of the green grass and brag
about their presence—unashamedly. Their purpose is clear: demand attention and
transfix all with their beauty. Saturated in crimson, they can do nothing else.
A victim
of a poppy’s heavenly hex may, in that transfixed state, ask the question of this
flower’s origin. And though I believe I know the answer as to its beginnings, still,
my spirit is compelled to follow the spell’s enchantment and ask the question: Who made this thing of uncommon beauty which
greets me on my way up the hill?
The answer
pours down from the heavens in a wind, tumbles into the forest and down to
where I stand. Embedded in that brisk breeze is the Father’s stirring voice. He
takes the credit.
But now ask the beasts, and let them teach you;
And the birds of the heavens, and let them tell you.
Or speak to the earth, and let it teach you;
And let the fish of the sea declare to you.
Who among all these does not know
That the hand of the Lord has done this,
In whose hand is the life of every living thing,
And the breath of all mankind?
And the birds of the heavens, and let them tell you.
Or speak to the earth, and let it teach you;
And let the fish of the sea declare to you.
Who among all these does not know
That the hand of the Lord has done this,
In whose hand is the life of every living thing,
And the breath of all mankind?
Job 12:7-10
“Of
course, it is You!” I say aloud. Resonating with the satisfaction that comes
from putting broken pieces back together, my soul breathes in his goodness.
I asked
and he answered. This calling back to one another in question and answer,
stimulated by the wonders he placed all around, seems to be the in and out
breathing he intended for us. We see his marvelous works, our spirits long to know
him, so we call to him, and he breathes life into us as he reminds our earth-pinned
souls of who he is.
This is a
picture of him loving us first. He put those poppies there first. He ordered the sun to rise first. He caused the waves to crash first, the stars to shine, the moon to beam, the clouds to thunder.
Then, we saw the works of his hands and called to him. And he answered.
The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they reveal knowledge.
They have no speech, they use no words;
no sound is heard from them.
Yet their voice goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.
Psalm 19:1-4
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they reveal knowledge.
They have no speech, they use no words;
no sound is heard from them.
Yet their voice goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.
Psalm 19:1-4
Last month
I wrote about our voices in What is Art and how they declare his glory. It is an honor,
don’t you think, to join the mighty chorus of voices—the wind, the heavens, the
poppies—in declaring the glory of God?
And blessed be His glorious name forever;
And may the whole earth be filled with His glory.
Amen, and Amen.
Psalm 72:19
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Who made the poppies? Experiencing God through creation - @SarahVanDiest (Click to Tweet)
Educated as a teacher, Sarah taught school for nearly 20 years. As a young woman, she lived in China amid the rice paddies and water buffalo near Changsha, and then later taught English in Costa Rica for four years and raised her two sons.
Sarah is married for the second time, the mother of 2 boys and the step-mother to 3 more. She and her husband, David, work together in their agency The Van Diest Literary Agency. Her full name is Sarah Ruth Gerke Van Diest. She’s 5’5” and cuts her hair when stress overtakes her.
She is a freelance editor (including a New York Times and USA Today bestseller), blogger (The Write Conversation) and writer for hire. Her first book releases with NavPress in 2018.
Another great post by you, Sarah. Best wishes for success with your first book.
ReplyDeleteJay Wright
Anderson, SC
Thank you, Jay! Blessings and Marry Christmas!
DeleteSarah
Your post about our voices http://bit.ly/2AqXLAM was a memorable one, Sarah. (I bookmarked it for quick reference.) Thank you for allowing us to join you on the enticing path to see the work of God's hands through your eyes.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Cathy! Not quite sure how that happened, but thank you! :)
DeleteMerry Christmas, sweet friend! I hope you have a wonderful celebration time with loved ones.
Sarah
Merry Christmas, Sarah. Do you have a release day yet? ☺
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas, to you, too! The official release of God in the Dark is April 3rd. We will begin asking folks to be a part of the launch team sometime in January. I will post something about it all here on The Write Conversation.
DeleteBlessings to you as you march forward in your writing!
Sarah