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Nature Up Close and Personal
By Darla Isackson

As spring blossomed out this year, my son Scott took close-ups of my pink flowering cherry tree.

He installed one breath-taking shot as wallpaper on my desktop, and a variety of shots as a screen saver.

I watch for it to come on with anticipation. Whenever I open my laptop I see the etchings on the pink blossoms, the veins on the bright green leaves, the texture of the bark of the tree branches. I've loved that tree, but never looked at it so closely, never really seen it.

From a distance the tree is beautiful, but only close up can I appreciate the artistry and amazing creation of each blossom. I brought a single blossom into the kitchen and floated it in water in a tiny crystal cup for a few days, amazed each time I looked closely at the intricate design. It bowled me over to realize that my tree was alive with thousands of these masterpieces–such gleeful, unnecessary beauty! God surely shows His love for us through the beauties in this world.

In my book, Trust God No Matter What! I wrote about Virginia Pearce's experience with beauty and the joy we can all feel when we take God's creations personally. I quote:

Recently I read Virginia Pearce's book A Heart Like His. In chapter three she told a tender Christmas Eve experience. After laying out presents for her children, greatly anticipating their responses of delight, she went out walking in the quiet snowy night. She said, "And there I stood in a snow-filled world, filled with wonder at the enchantment prepared for me by my Father. Waves of love and gratitude washed over me." Later, looking at some wondrous butterflies she remembered Christmas Eve and thought, "The creators must have said, "Oh, wait until Virginia sees . . . the exquisitely changing shades of purple. Certainly when she sees the beauty and the care we have taken with this creation she will know how much we love her, and she will spontaneously turn in wonder to us and let us flood her with our love." She continued. "Yes, When I want to fill my heart with His love, I open my eyes to the creations of His hand, especially the ones that seem outrageously and uselessly beautiful–sunsets, sunrises, ice crystals, patterns in drying mud, golden cottonwood leaves against red rock cliffs . . ." 1

That whole concept touched me. I had never considered such a thing as the Lord creating with me personally in mind, but the idea rang true. I went outside and marveled again at the beauty of my roses and imagined the Lord saying, "Won't Darla just love the velvety petals of the roses? Won't she enjoy their fragrance and their vibrant colors?" Tears came to my eyes as the Spirit witnessed to me that the Lord did know, as He created these beautiful things, of the joy they would bring to his children–and not just en masse. He wasn't thinking of His children as a huge group, but individually. I knew for the first time that in the creation He thought even of me and what would bring me joy! What a wondrous concept that, as a token of His love, He created the beauty of the earth for my personal enjoyment. And yours!

Modern Life Tempts Us To Miss the Beauty

I can't help but think that one problem of the pace and lifestyle most of us live is missing the close-up beauty of life. How many days I've stayed indoors tethered to my computer, barely even looking up. How many times have I missed beautiful sunrises and sunsets, rainbows, morning dew on my roses?

The other day my husband, who was working in the back yard, knocked on the window and beckoned to me to come out. There was a double rainbow–the brightest I've ever seen. It felt so good to stand there quietly and just enjoy it. Before I went back inside I took time to stop and smell the roses–literally. My favorite rosebush boasts not only the most beautiful blooms, but the most heavenly of fragrances!

There is something nurturing about nature–something soul-satisfying and basic–that we are inclined to miss when we spend most of our time indoors. I can remember so many times when the sum of my outdoor time for the week was rushing from the house to the car.

Even when I am outdoors, I can miss the beauty if my thoughts are racing and my mind is cluttered with things I need to do.


So how can I give myself permission to take time out of a hectic schedule to really enjoy nature, and while I'm at it, really enjoy life?

Wisdom from a "Short-timer"

Last week I went over and played and sung hymns with Grant Reeve, an elderly brother in our ward whose wife, Ann, passed away not long ago. He loves to sing, and knows all four parts of all the hymns. Grant and Ann have lived in the ward almost as long as I have and for nearly two decades have been uplifting delightful examples to me. Ann was a great lover of flowers and provided a fresh bouquet from her garden for our enjoyment at church every summer Sunday for years. I was her visiting teacher part of the time, and loved her dearly. Grant, who is pushing 90, recently had a bad fall and cracked some vertebrae in his neck and has been in a neck brace 24/7. It has not healed as the doctor had hoped. If the injured disk slips the slightest bit one way he'd be paralyzed, the other he'd be dead. So the doctor is going to operate on Tuesday and put metal pins in to hold it–a dangerous operation. He could easily lose his voice, be paralyzed, or die. But he is in wonderful spirits. What an amazing man!

Grant calls himself a "short–timer." From that perspective I asked his advice on the dilemma I've been feeling lately of being pulled in so many different directions–so little time and so many things I feel I should do. What he said brought tears to my eyes.

"Do what is satisfying to you. Do what makes you happy. None of us get everything done we feel we ought to before we die. And that's all right. The Lord doesn't ask us, when we get up there, why we didn't get this and this done. He just looks into our eyes and sees who we've become. Ann didn't get her life story done, but her whole life story is written in her face. That's what the Lord wants to know, is who you've become. I have hundreds of unfinished projects, but that's all right. And I'd rather have the joy of sitting here and singing hymns than to work on any of them. I believe God wants us be happy while we are here, not feel buried and overwhelmed with too much to do."

Enjoying Life Up Close

I felt the Spirit so strongly, validating what Grant said. I knew I was hearing truth. Something deep inside me breathed a deep sigh of relief. I can let go of the idea that there is a certain amount that absolutely has to get done before I die and enjoy life more!

I'm doing that–and having a great time. As I left Reeve's that day I enjoyed Ann's lilies:

I went home and got out my water colors and practiced painting trees–just for the fun of it and because I love trees! I had a wonderful time with my grandchildren during the 24th of July holiday–watching the wonder on their faces at the magic of brightly–lit sparklers, enjoying the cousins enjoying fireworks their dads were setting off in the street.

And on another night, laying on the grass and watching fireworks with them at the park. Before the fireworks, while we were waiting for it to get dark, I pulled a blade of grass and looked at it closely–more closely than I ever have. I discovered that this tiny part of the lush lawn was not solid green at all–but variegated stripes. No matter what I look at closely in nature, I learn something and am amazed all over again at God's creative genius. Perhaps more importantly, I looked at my grandchildren more closely and thought about the marvel that they are who they are, so unique, so individual, so precious.

Surely God means for us to enjoy life, nature, and each other up close and personal. He doesn't want us to run through life rushing from one task to another, pressuring ourselves to work faster and do still more. Instead, I think he wants us to sip and savor life, right here, right now. I'll never say on my death bed "Oh, I wish I gotten one more project done," or "I wish I'd checked off more things from my checklist." But I may well say, "I wish I'd taken time to really notice life, up close and personal. I wish I'd really looked at my loved ones and spent more time with them. I wish I'd really noticed the beauty around me, really enjoyed life while I had it."

I'm going to start doing better today enjoying life up close and personal.

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Notes

1 Virginia Pearce, A Heart Like His, Deseret Book Company, Salt Lake City, Utah, 2006, 18, 38, 39.

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About the Author:

Darla Isackson believes that faith is sharable and that faith-filled words can lift and build. She graduated from Utah State University, served a mission to Southern California, then married and had five sons. After years of writing and speaking, she became Managing Editor of Latter-day Woman magazine, then Covenant Communications, then Aspen Books. Darla has edited well over two hundred uplifting books--shepherding them successfully from manuscript to bookstore shelves.

The last several years she has done free-lance editing and writing at home. She treasures the peacefulness of being home and more available to those she loves. She adores her four grandsons and six granddaughters who live nearby and bring her great joy. She lives in West Jordan, Utah, with her husband, Doug.

 
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