I love the world outside my window.

Every day the sun rises and then sets again. Every year the seasons change–spring, summer, fall, and winter. Every few seconds we breathe in air and then exhale carbon dioxide. It’s all a routine. A continuous loop. We don’t often think about this loop. It’s as natural to us as…well…breathing. But whether we realize it or not, this routine gives us a sense of security.

Yet the world around me is so much more than a monotonous machine. It abounds with personality, quirkiness, and mystery.

It’s a world of patterns and paradoxes. Questions and answers.

It’s a world of unity and diversity. Simplicity and complexity.

It’s a world of countless shades of color. Countless angles. Countless songs being sung at the same time.

It’s My Father’s World.

And what a privilege it is to live in it. To hear the birds sing the songs that God composed for them. To see the mother holding the baby that God has given her. To feel the sun shining down on me. To taste the salty sea.

To live is to be surrounded by God every moment of every day.

This is the world we live in.

Our Father’s World.

“The earth is the Lord’s, and all it contains.
The world, and those who dwell in it.
For He has founded it upon the seas.
And established it upon the rivers.”

(Psalm 24:1-2)