But my best guess is that when we are “God-struck,” we are counting up the ways our heavenly Father loves us.
by Jamie Steinhart
All around me is reckless beauty, mine for the taking if I choose to notice. As the days get shorter the sun slants through the trees, working its magic to transform green leaves into hues of crimson and gold. On the days I work later in the evening, the perfectly hung moon replicates itself on the pond of the farmer next door. And as I turn my face upwards, it’s hard not to notice the flocks of birds who dance across the sky in unison, as they are beckoned to warmer climates with the approach of winter. It is in these moments that I make conscious efforts to recognize the source of this magnificence–to be “God struck.”
You see I cloak myself in busyness, we all do I guess. I am rushing home to throw some semblance of dinner together (which is often in the shape of a frozen pizza or grilled cheese sandwiches) so I can then drop off one child to soccer practice hoping to not be late to the back to school night for another. I am in a perpetual state of hurry, from one event to the next, often missing the opportunities to relish in God’s loveliness, to gaze upon these gifts of grace, reminders all around me that I am enveloped in the divine.
What is the purpose of these God moments? Perhaps it is our Creator’s way to prompt us to slow down, to pay attention to the vast splendor that is all around us. Maybe it is His attempt to remind us that all of His creatures are in union with one another, from the smallest flowers, to birds and animals, to mankind from all races and backgrounds. But my best guess is that when we are “God-struck,” we are counting up the ways our heavenly Father loves us. He puts wild horses on mountain tops, and vibrant fish in ocean waters simply for our delight. God relishes in our joy so He wants us to be joyful. He wants us to keep Him in the forefront so that we are faith-filled. And He wants us to know that we are infinitely and unconditionally loved, so He keeps reminding us. And quite possibly, He is giving us glimpses into heaven.
So when I see golden shoots of wheat dancing in the wind, or I come across the fog lifting ever so slightly off of the lake, or catch sight of a mother deer galloping with her babies not far behind, I want to stop and take notice. I never want to get so busy that I miss the moments, forget to count the ways I am loved. I want to live in awe of the divine that surrounds me. I want to be God struck.