November
2006
God speaks many languages
by Vasthi Acosta
In the hustle and bustle of living in the city, where I am surrounded by glaring neon lights, gigantic televised screens, concrete skyscrapers and blaring car horns, it is easy to become deafen to God’s voice.
And then He surprises me.
Driving down Park Avenue, in the spring, I see a promenade of yellow tulips and hear God’s whisper. Walking down Broadway, I stop at an intersection, turn west and glimpse the swaying green of tree branches in Riverside Park, and again I hear God’s voice. Just last night, as I crossed the George Washington bridge, suspended between the silver steel arches, I savored the beauty of an orange harvest moon. God spoke to me once again.
And in each of these moments, I heard the same message. “I love you. These flowers are a kiss. These trees a hug. This moon, my promise that I will never leave nor forsake you.”
God speaks many languages. Lately I’ve heard him most through his creation. For His Word says,
The heavens tell the glory of God. The skies show that his hands created them. Day after day they speak about it. Night after night they make it known. But they don’t speak or use words. No sound is heard from them. At the same time their voice goes out into the whole earth. Their words go out from one end of the world to the other. Psalm 19:1-4.
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Written By: Vasthi Acosta
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Hi Vasthi, I loved this post. I also enjoy walking out my door and hearing from the Lord through His voice in creation. It’s great to know that even in the busy city…you get to see His wonders and hear from Him like that. Carrie
This is how I feel when I walk out of the house in the morning for school. I leave so early it’s still dark out. As I walk to the train the sun starts to rise and I can see the clouds give way to warm beams of light. It’s beautiful. In those moments. I remember that like the song says “there is a God who loves me, who wraps me in his arms.” Kinda cool. Love ya mom!
~Z
Dear Vasthi,
Some days I get up feeling sad and thinking my life has no meaning(you know why). Since my apartment is in the back, I don’t know how dark or bright it is outside. But as soon as I get out and I see it’s a sunny day, I feel God is telling me how wonderful it’s to be alive and how thankful I should be that he chose me and gave me the opportunity to get to know Him, the Lord, who created the sun that kisses me and makes me feel alive. All of a sudden I start smiling, singing and thanking Him for all His wonderful creations and for allowing me to enjoy another beautiful day. Angela
My wish is that we can ALL stop and see these blessings.
It’s a blessing to be aware and see God’s glory. I love that he opens my eyes to these hugs and confirmations of his love. My cup overflows…praise him…hallelujah!