Princes persecute me without cause, but my heart stands in awe of your words. I rejoice at your word like one who finds great spoil.
There is treasure in your Word, Lord, pearls, nuggets of gold, and precious stones. Great beauty and great utility. Your Word is consistent and coherent, it shows me perfection, it leads me along still waters, and sets a table before me among my enemies. My cup runs over and spills out to slake the thirst of others.
Your Word speaks to me through your creation. The amaryllis on the coffee table, rising in stately majesty to culminate in three crimson trumpets. It grew from a bulb, inch by inch, growing perceptibly each day until it exploded into flame at the top. How could this be an accident? It can only be the loving hand of the Creator God, moving to demonstrate his love through an object of beauty. There is no overriding utility in an amaryllis, it was created for the sheer beauty and for the great satisfaction that comes for that act of creation.
I praise you, Lord God, for the beauty that gives both of us so much pleasure.
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