I know it's been a long time. Travel and revising a historical fiction book into two books (shown above and below) have diverted my attention from blogging. Now spring has come at last to northwest Montana.
As I watch the birds at my feeder, the male finches especially, vying for dominance, I see a creation crying out for its redemption, as St. Paul described in Romans 8:22--groaning and waiting like a woman in labor. Mother Earth wants to bring forth the New Creation God has promised. But it's still not her due date, I guess.
Yet, at the same time, there is still beauty and intricacy--from the tiniest atomic particles we can't see to the huge expanses of the universe we can't fathom with our finite minds. The creation still reveals the glory of God, His power, might, and knowledge, all beyond our understanding.
