Early in my life as a believer, my faith went through a time of testing. A senior in college, and about to head home on spring break, I found myself going through a period of doubt.
Once home, still struggling with who and what I believed in, I found myself gazing out the window one day at the Green Mountains in Vermont. They were so beautiful, even from a great distance, and made me think of my beloved Adirondack Mountains. I felt my heart began to fill with an assurance, a knowing deep in my soul that God did exist. That he was the Master Artist who had created all the beauty around me, all the things that I loved: the mountains, the trees, the brooks, the fields, the people–and so much more.
God spoke to me through His creation. Looking upon his handiwork, I found it impossible to deny his existence and his specific love and care for me. Like the picture above says in part, “The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the works of his hands.” (Psalm 19)
When we view the complexity of a cell under microscope; gaze upon a new-born child; enjoy the beauty of a sunset, the power of the sea, or the touch of a loved one, we see him. We see that yes, life is not random or meaningless; in fact, it has great meaning and purpose.
Today if you wonder if God is real or if he loves you, look up to the skies or take a drive to the mountains or hold the hand of someone you love. Ask him to give you assurance that he is real and that he loves you. And he will.