Look up, child

Look up, child

I have been rather distraught as of late, stuck between many shoulds and wants. I know the right answers and I know where to put my trust, but I have felt very little in the world. Still, my Creator’s ever-presence has been near. I was walking through the woods recently, feeling rather swallow, when a bird caught my eye. As it darted here and there, I watched, until it fluttered blissfully towards the sky. I have often wondered about the fall of man, what it was like before the world was covered in shame. I have a feeling it looked a lot like the treetops. There is not a mark of evil in trees; they, I believe, were left unchanged. There is neither thorn nor bristle to be seen among the leaves of an oak or maple. Somehow, when I look up to the sky, all my worries are forgotten for a moment, and I feel rather lightened. It’s like a glimpse of Heaven, in a way.

“Also he spoke of trees, from the cedar tree of Lebanon even to the hyssop that springs out of the wall; he spoke also of animals, of birds, of creeping things, and of fish. And men of all nations, from all the kings of the earth who had heard of his wisdom, came to hear the wisdom of Solomon.”

I Kings 4:33-34 NKJV