I've grown numb to God's creation

Heavenly Father,

Where has my sense of wonder gone? My appreciation for your creation?

Why is it that, when I gaze at the stars or look upon the sea, I’m unphased by the artistry in front of me?

You tell us to be like a child, God, and in some ways I think that I’m learning. But when I recall my younger days, I remember eyes widening in awe at the sunrise over the horizon. I remember fingernails caked with dirt and fairy kingdoms in overgrown weeds. I remember charcoal-covered hands from sketching the trees of the Sierra mountains.

I looked out at the earth and saw beauty. Inspiration. Majesty.

Where did that little girl go?

I’ve grown numb, I fear, to the power of my God – the Artist, the Creator, the Father of all things – and I hate how it’s made the world dull.

God, how I miss the eyes I used to have – eyes that saw the grandeur of a starry night sky. And how desperately I miss the ears I used to have – ears that listened keenly for the frogs and crickets and birds. But perhaps what I miss most is the heart I used to have – the heart that loved this earth and everything in it, before it became jaded and hard.

Help me see the earth the way you do, Father God. Help me see Your fingerprints, Your artistry, Your loving care. Awaken my soul, Father God.

Give me the heart of a child once again.

Humbly,

Your servant