All things were made through Him, and without Him was not anything made that was made. John 1:3
For the last few weeks, my husband has spent his evenings forming a miniature mountain. He made wire armature that he covered with plaster and once it set, he gathered twigs from our yard and glued different shades of wool roving to create foliage. Small pieces of wire were fashioned into miniature men that he carefully painted while looking through a magnifying glass.
I’ve been teasing him, looking in now and then and asking how his molehill is coming. Today he finished, and we delivered it to our brother-in-law Don.
Every Christmas Don creates a perfect miniature village in their spare room. Trains run the route through a perfect world of lighted houses and shops, telephone poles strung with wire. There’s even a reproduction of their very own house.
This afternoon when we gave Don the mountain, his eyes lit up and he clapped his hands. He placed it in the spot he’d been saving for it and took us on a tour of the village, pointing out the river his wife painted on the back wall, the frozen lake his son made of glue and glitter, the country store crafted by his dad, and the hand-painted storefronts done by his mom.
Looking down at the miniature village, I noticed the details so lovingly made: the footsteps in the snow, the pen filled with cows eating from a trough,the carolers on the corner. Each element added to the magnificent beauty of the landscape, just like it does in real life.
Dear Lord, today I will notice Your hand in the details that magnify Your love here on earth.
