just for me

i’ve walked through the fields and paused to admire a single leaf and wondered if anyone else had noticed.

I’ve considered the shape of single snowflake and the perfect blanket they cast across a rugged landscape.

I’ve seen a tree so majestic among the many, beckoning toward the sky and offering its branches in perfect symmetry to any passer-by on the ground or in the air.

I’ve witnessed sunsets that gave me pause about the wonders of the universe and the God who created them.

I’ve watched shooting stars that appeared and disappeared in a single breath.

I’ve delighted in rainbows so brilliant that I knew, without a doubt, there was a pot of gold at the end!

I’ve witnessed storms so fierce they unnerved me and rains so gentle they barely bent the blade of grass.

I’ve watched the sprout of a seed in the garden as it struggled to overcome the clump of dirt that weighed it down and wondered if it would overcome.  And then, in the span of a season, ate the fruit it bore.

In each of these moments and in a thousand more, I wondered, “Was that just for me?”

Is it possible, that absent of my existence, these things would never exist?

Is it conceivable that I and only I could witness them?

Did the Creator of the universe cast His gaze toward me and offer me that single moment, witnessed by no other, to the Glory of His Name and the wonder and fascination of my mind?