I have decided that David Beckham's protege plays on our soccer team. This kid is five years old and can burn any adult out there, including his coach! (me, of course, not Whit) Absolutely amazing. My precious roommate came out to the field today in support of the Yellow Jackets (thanks Amy!) and before the game, we sat in the sun, which again was incredibly beautiful and warm, and read Scripture and prayed in the grass. After praying, I paused a moment and closed my eyes to listen to the children on the adjacent field playing a soccer match. Some of the most beautiful moments of my life have been spent in complete silence, closing my eyes, and listening to the world around me. We know that God speaks through creation, yet he does not use the only medium of our sense of sight. He is Lord of the sounds surrounding us-- he is the creator of the source of joy that makes the children laugh and play! The birds sing and the grasshoppers chirp God's song to us. I know some of you join me in this, but I too often neglect it. I neglect to listen for his beauty in the cicada's song, or the rustle of leaves as squirrels toss among them. Each part, revealing an attribute of His creation. G.K. Chesterson wrote:
"A child kicks his legs rhythmically through excess, not absence of life. Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore, they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say. "Do it again!" until [the grown up] is nearly dead. For grown up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is.... It is possible that God says every morning to the sun, "Do it again!" and every evening, "Do it again!" to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but never has gotten tired of making them. It may be that he has the eternal appetite of infancy. Heaven may encore the bird that laid the egg."
P.S. We won the soccer game!!! 2-0 =)