This is the gospel. Can you picture the creation, the streams and rivers, the wind on your cheek, the leaves crinkling to the ground, the snow falling on the tip of your tongue, the beauty of the whole earth….. waiting with eager longing for the revealing of the sons of God? Looking ahead to its own future glory and freedom?
And today, in the fall, when the leaves are burning scarlet and I can so easily loose my breath when I take in the smell of fresh earth and feel the tangle of my hair from the wind sweeping past; I know my Creator a little more.