Zay and I are in the schoolroom and we’re talking about the octopus, of all things, and how God ‘s glory is revealed in the depths of the sea
“How many are your works, O Lord! In wisdom you made them all; the earth is full of your creatures. There is the sea, vast and spacious, teeming with creatures beyond number – living things both big and small.” Psalm 104:24-25
and suddenly he wants to write his own name.
“But Isaiah, we’re learning about sea creatures. About how, through creation, they bring glory to God.”
“But I want to write my name. I really want to try.”
I look at his wide green eyes and he tilts his head in a way that makes my heart go soft. I know that he’s wrestled with the “s” and it always brings frustration when he tries to write his name and I don’t want frustration now. I want to look at the books I’ve gathered. I want to learn about the octopus and the sea that rolls and churns, deep with God-glory life.
But instead I hand him a crayon and a clean, white sheet. The crayon disappears as he curls his little hand and his head dips low and his pink tongue presses hard against the side of his mouth.
And he nails the letters. One by one.
Even the “s”.
Isaiah looks up with a smile that stretches far and eyes that brim with satisfaction and the proof is on the paper in strokes of solid red.
And I think about God and creation and I know that right here, right now, His glory has been revealed.