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Woman to Woman

Vol. 6, No. 4

“And ye are complete in him.” Colossians 2:10

July/Aug. 2003

M

y

G

limpse

into

G

od’s

“M

irror”

By Grace P. Cox

The mid-morning sultri-

ness of summer engulfs me as I

step outside the air-conditioned

comfort of my home. Letters in

hand, I set off down the long driveway toward our mailbox by

the gravel road. The dogs are obviously uncertain about the

wisdom of leaving their shaded napping place to accompany

me, but they decide to go on the chance that I might be headed

to regions beyond the mailbox. In that case, they would forget

about napping and delight themselves romping along the

ditch, sniffing all the scented messages left by other animals

while they slept, and making forays into the fields to play

hide-and-seek among rows of cornstalks. The mailbox is,

however, my destination. After I have placed my letters inside

and raised the flag I turn back, and the dogs reluctantly follow.

It is just a trip to the mailbox, but the walk there and back

is made special today because I am eagerly expecting an an-

swer to my early morning prayer. During my devotional time

this morning I read this statement: “Rightly interpreted, na-

ture is the mirror of divinity.”

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I love Christ’s parables in which He used lessons from

nature to illustrate divine truths; nevertheless, Romans 1:20

has remained a mystery to me: “...the invisible things of him

from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being under-

stood by the things that are made, even his eternal power and

Godhead [divine nature]...” I yearn to understand that Scrip-

ture more fully, and my prayer this morning was, in essence,

Please, God, teach me to see You more clearly in Your mirror

of nature. Help me to understand You better through the

things You have made.

Thinking about that Scripture and remembering my

prayer, I am acutely aware of the tangible, visible, audible

wonders of the natural world around me as I enjoy these mo-

ments out of doors. A border of Queen Anne’s lace adorns

the roadside, faces turned expectantly toward the sun. Fat

bumblebees hum busily among clover blossoms. Songbirds

are trilling happy notes from their perches in the apple trees,

and a mockingbird sits atop the telephone pole, practicing its

rendition of every song it has ever learned. A gray squirrel in

a nearby tree, outraged at our invasion of its territory, chat-

ters indignantly.

The sun shining through mountains of cumulous

clouds is hot on my back. The grass is still wet from

yesterday’s rain, and invisible steam wafts all about us,

the dogs and me, as the heat from the sun draws the

moisture from grass and soil. No breeze ruffles my hair;

the air is still and muggy this morning in the mid-south.

As I make my way toward the cool comfort of in-

doors, I find myself pondering flowers and plants; the way

they always turn, seeking the light. I think also about the

sun, the way it draws moisture up from the earth and from

bodies of water, and how naturally that occurs. At the first

blush of dawn I have seen fog begin to form over the sur-

Inside This Issue:

Editorial

More Glimpses… ·················Page 2

Recipe Corner

Tofu from Soy Flour ···············Page 3

Fearfully and Wonderfully Made (Part 7)······Page 4

Wee Wit & Wisdom ·················Page 5

You Can’t Re-read Phone Calls ···········Page 6

Spotlight on Orphans

Bittersweet Progress at Homa Bay Hope Centre · Page 8

Photo Album ···················Page 9

The Heart of God ··················Page 11

(Continued on page 7)