We walked our trails together yesterday afternoon, Todd and I.  Peregrine falcon floated on southeast breeze, surveying the fields for a mouse.   Yellows of ash, maple reds, burnt orange of oak, and evergreen pines, spot-lit by sun, back-dropped in blue.

I tried to absorb every bit of wonder.  Sight of stained glass monarch wings.  Smell of crisping autumn leaves.  Soft of milkweed split and spilled.  Tang of wild apple bit.  Rustling of Rose through soybean field.  Quack of mallard taking flight.

I am saturated with God’s gifts beyond my ability to contain.  I cannot absorb all He is, all He creates, all He gifts.  Sometimes, I weep—as if this shell of skin covering bones and tendons and ligaments is just too limited to worship full.  Praise flows through tears dropped—a spill-over of awe, of gratitude.  I am wholly overwhelmed by the Holy.

Uncontainable beauty ushers me into the presence of our uncontainable God where I bow my heart and rest my soul, knowing the great I AM has done the incomprehensible for you and for me.  He died that we might live with Him in love.  Unfathomable love.  Uncontainable, His love always flows out—giving, serving, saving, delighting, bringing ever more life and light.

I give thanks for God’s never-ending gifts as I try to capture wonder with a little black box.  His glory whispers and woos and all I can do is worship—right here—right where I am—where uncontainable beauty surrounds those who have eyes to see.

Come to the quiet with me?  Rest in wonder of Him? Wherever we are, in whatever season of heart, He is reaching out to us.

Uncontainable Beauty.  Amazing Grace.