Amazed at Creation

April 10, 2010
I might have become a romantic in my time here. I love gazing out over the mountains and just thinking, “wow. I serve one amazingly creative God!” Or to see the sun set over them, creating a red/orange/purple glow across the sky. Maybe it’s because life is so much slower here (for the most part!), but I’ve found myself stopping to notice those little things in nature that inherently reflect God’s nature.

One time while I was sitting outside, I saw a small dead frog sitting on the driveway. I didn’t think much of it, until it began to move a few minutes later. Either frogs could rise from the dead, or something incredibly strange was happening. I walked over and looked closely, and there were hundreds of ants carrying it. I’m not even kidding. They surrounded it as if it was a dignified funeral procession, and they began to carry it. I don’t know why... I don’t think ants eat frogs, but maybe these ones do. Or maybe they were just laying it in a more respectful final resting place. Regardless, I was enthralled, and watched them for about 10 minutes before leaving. To think that ants, who were hundreds of times smaller than this frog, would work together in unison to carry something hundreds of times their weight boggled my mind!

Then there are the butterflies. I’m totally convinced that they are a perfect gift from God, reminding us of His beauty. I mean, as far as I know, they cause harm to nothing, and yet they capture my mind with their delicate dancing across the sky, patiently flickering here and there. Their intricately detailed wings splashed with color reflect the design of a Creator showcasing His creativity! Sometimes I’ll see two of them together, and I’m convinced that we learned to dance from them with their perfect rhythm and grace.

On the other end of the scale are the “holy” cows. They’re often splashed with red on their foreheads, but I can’t blame them for that, because they have no control over what people do to them. But to watch them move lethargically, seemingly without a care in the world, protecting their young, well, it’s peaceful. I like to watch them eat grass; they don’t rush, they find a nice spot, and then deliberately eat, chewing each mouthful over and over before moving on. Of course, here, they’re safe from a deliberate killing as they’re “holy,” so, they really don’t have a lot to worry about.

I figure when I get back to the US, I’ll go back to a faster paced way of life, but sometimes I’ll have to stop and look at God in the world He created. I want to learn to dance from the butterflies and slow down and enjoy life like the cows do. But sometimes, I just like to watch the ants.