The Spectacle of God

Sometimes I'm lost deep in my own thoughts and I can't hear God's gentle whisper.  Last Saturday evening was such a time.  As we drove home from dinner in Fort Worth, I was thinking about so many things I was far from even a thought toward God.  But He wanted my attention.  Slowly the sky began to darken and the clouds began to burn.  First yellow, then orange and then a fiery red.  The fire in the sky billowed and filled my vision.  As I watched the progression from a few white clouds to a sky filled with thick billows of fire, I had to catch my breath.  "Pull over!"  I yelled.  Don turned to look over where my gaze was fixed.  He gasped.  "The sky looks like it's on fire!"  He said.  "I know!  I need to get a picture.  Pull over!"  As we rolled to a stop just off the Interstate, the boys telling me to be careful, I climbed out of the car window until I was nearly on top of the car.  "I hear you Lord and there is no one like you . . . Your art is alive and I am yours!" was my prayer as I took my photos and climbed back into the car.  As we pulled away and moved further from the sunset, I kept looking back and smiling.  The Lord can be such a spectacle I thought . . . Wow . . . He got my attention, captivated me, and held me there for that moment as if in an embrace.  "Oh How I Love You, Lord . . . Who else could love me with such intensity!"  I smiled the rest of the way home, almost unable to receive all he had given me.  The Lord is alive in His creation and through it He communicates with us . . . if we will only stop to receive it.