For all the animals of the forest are mine,
and I own the cattle on a thousand hills.
I know every bird on the mountains,
and all the animals of the field are mine.
Psalm 50:10-11 (nlt)
I know, my adorableness is almost too much to handle. Hopefully the cute package has captured your attention, which is the reason I am here.
I am fresh minted currency from our Creator and come bearing a blessing for you.
May you absorb the truth that Father God IS imagination and whimsy and takes pleasure in his creativity. My design reflects this and he longs for you to enjoy the miracle alongside him. He wants you to know his greatest pleasure came when He wrote your name on his palm then breathed life into your lungs. May your life be a reflection of His glory in ways I could only dream about.
May you grasp your life as a gift. Do you sense the tender beauty of my delivery? Spring gingerly resists winter, the lime green haze in treetops whispers a predictable new life revolution. My arrival echoes a deeper guiding rhythm. This is your invitation to full participation in the rhythms of your life. Regardless of season, trust the One who has birthed you where you walk today.
May you embrace the nurturing ways of Mother God. Breathe deep and observe my mama, her movements and instinct. Your Creator Mother desires you to lie unafraid in the protection of Her shadow. Go ahead. Yield to the abundant love waiting to nuzzle and nourish and discipline. Head straight for Her side when you hear her voice. She can be trusted in the middle of night’s storms. You are always wanted. You are always enough. You are loved beyond comprehension.
May you sink into the provision of Jehovah Jirah. See the way I run and skip and chase and kiss? This is a witness of God’s delight in providing all that I am helpless to gather on my own. The grass to nourish, the fence to protect, the sun to warm. Learn from me the freedom of total God dependence.
May you awaken to a sense of wonder. I feel the earth pulse alive with the Presence and you have been designed for communion with it. Worry about tomorrow chases away everything holy in today. Borrow my gladness if you are short on hope. Borrow my joy if you are deep in sorrow. Be blessed as you take your next steps looking for secret echoes of the divine story.
The graced eye can glimpse beauty everywhere, for beauty does not reserve itself for special elite moments or instances; it does not wait for perfection but is present already secretly in everything. When we beautify our gaze, the grace of hidden beauty becomes our joy and our sanctuary.
Beauty: The Invisible Embrace by John O’Donohue
He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn of all creation. For by him all things were created, in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities—all things were created through him and for him. And he is before all things, and in him all things hold together.