Who can describe God’s creation?
Who can pen the beauty of his handiwork?
The spectrum of colors screams glory
The rolling mountains proclaim majesty
The people in the street reveal his love and care
The sky shouts of his strength
And here I am
Basking in it all
And asking a single question
“If God can create all of this with all of time and space at his fingertips, then what can He create in me if I give Him all the time and space that’s at mine?”
I don’t know what this is. Call it a poem or a psalm or whatever. Actually I do know what this is, it’s called transparency.
I wrote this while watching the sunset in Antigua, Guatemala! Over the span I an hour I just roamed the city and just stood in awe of the beauty that surrounded me. I’ll put some pictures at the bottom but they don’t even come close to what it looked like in person.
I have a good analogy for you. Let’s take a look at Antigua. This town is like a picture perfect Central American town. If you just visited here you would come away from Guatemala thinking everything was hunky dory. The touristy city’s try so hard to be clean and nice and they are literally nothing like the rest of the country. All people see is what the people want them to see.
Now let’s look at the world race. I’m not sure if any of you check in on Facebook and other social media, but if you did, it would seem like everything is pretty much perfect on the world race. There are some cute selfies, cool vistas, maybe a few smiling orphans. But it’s just not what the world race actually is.
No one posts the pictures of the hundreds of homeless people or the bullet holes in the busses or of orphans fighting because of all of the pent up anger they have. No one really posts the stories of all the illness teams are going through or of how hard it is living with 6 people you just met 2 months ago.
People are just as hurt here as they are at home, including us. A lot of the world race is coming to terms with that and realizing what facades we try to put up as human beings to try to not only be accepted, but to pretend that we somehow have it all together.
The world race is not all cute sunsets. There is so much pain and heartache. But even in this broken city full of broken people I can still watch the beauty of God’s creation blaze its way across the sky.
I’m broken. I don’t have it all together. Sometimes realizing that is all it takes for God to be able to take what’s falling apart and create something beautiful:)
I need to apologize for how long it’s been without an update from the field. There is really a new story to tell every day and I have not done my part of keeping all you wonderful people in the loop:) I love you all and you can expect to hear from me much more often!
