In his hand is the life of every creature and the breath of all mankind.
These words written in the 19th century by Scottish hymn writer and poet Cecil Frances Alexander came to mind as I watched my grandson Daniel cup his hands around a baby frog.
Not your ordinary day, it was a day away from the city with its traffic and busyness. A day to kick back and enjoy nature and country fun. Along with his brothers and sister, Daniel had said hello to several creatures at the farm that day and taken a dip in the pond.
There was a miniature donkey to pet.
I was reared on a farm where such sights were commonplace. Milking cows and feeding hogs were a twice-a-day occurrence. And there were bugs galore. But somehow all these decades later I was seeing the commonplace through the eyes of a child–not just any child–a treasured grandchild. And suddenly they were amazing.
Again Cecil Frances Alexander’s poem came to mind, this time the last stanza:
Indeed, God has made all things well–bugs, boys, and baby frogs. The life of every creature and the breath of all mankind is in His hand. Thankfully, that’s a very good place to dwell.
Lord, give us eyes to see your wonders. And lips to tell how great and mighty You are. You have made all things well. For Jesus’ sake. Amen.