Every Square Inch (i)

I thought it might be a good idea to include a note about the “square inch” tag that I’ve put on some of my posts.

The phrase comes from a longer quote by Abraham Kuyper, a Dutch theologian. He said, “There is not a square inch in the whole’ domain of our human existence over which Christ, who is Sovereign over all, does not cry, Mine!”

Much has been written about the richness of Kuyper’s intended meaning in that quote. Certainly, its meaning goes far beyond the simple ideas I present in my posts. There’s more to ‘… the whole domain of our human existence…’  than spiders, flowers and other things in my backyard.

I use the ‘every square inch’ tag because I believe that ‘In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth” and that “the earth is the Lord’s and everything in it,” (every square inch of it) So, I do my best in my posts to reflect the beauty, wonder, and delight evident in God’s awesome Creation.

Sometimes it’s the little things that make us sit up and take notice, that delight us, that make us smile or even laugh. Sometimes it’s the little things, along with the big ones that make us wonder – what, why, how, who? Sometimes, if we’re paying attention, those things will even point us to the Creator himself.

I don’t think Kuyper had spiders on his mind when talking about square inches. But I think he would agree that for even the smallest, the most ordinary, the least, Christ cries out, “Mine!”

Sometimes There are Clouds

Sometimes there are none.

Sunny days. No shade. Cold winter nights.

Sometimes they are quite ordinary.

Sheets of gray. Nondescript. Hiding what’s behind.

Sometimes they provide interesting backdrops.

To enhance the ordinary.

Sometimes they bring what we need.

To fill creeks. To quench thirst. To water the earth.

Sometimes they’re a gift.

… If we pay attention…

To dazzle. To delight. To make us smile.

Today’s unexpected delight… Today’s gift.

My Dahlia

I planted

Just at the right time 

Late spring 

A tuber

I waited

It sprouted

Right through the soil

Right on schedule 

Green leaves

I waited

It grew

Taller, branching out

Just as predicted

More green

I waited

It thrived

Basking in the sunshine 

Blooming time approaching 

No buds

I waited

It continued 

Growing in good soil, drinking pure water

Doing what dahlias are created to do with

No flower

No bud

No hope?

Yet, I waited

Then

It budded 

Round, smooth swelling

In anticipation of

A flower 

I waited

I waited

I waited some more

Then

Behind schedule… My schedule?

It bloomed

A single yellow pinwheel of petals

Right on time, the Creator’s time

A gift

Today’s gift. Worth the wait.