Immediately, I began drawing just that, and as Andrew looked down at my paper, he noted "Danielle, this doesn't mean draw New York City," (despite the fact that he also has served as a summer missionary there). I assured him that I had a good explanation.
Truth be told, there is a warm feeling in my heart every time I get a glimpse of the city lights, especially when riding across one of the bridges on the subway. All I can think is "wow, God, thank you for this." It never fails. I once read a book that called such moments "kisses from God." When I look at such things, that is exactly what it feels like. The sights, the smells, the people, are all reminders of how amazing God is, and I am humbled. Just think, each of the people you come into contact with on the streets each day was created by him with as much detail and attentiveness as the next person. We are each precious creations to him.
The buildings, the lights, the bridges, are all miracles to me. I'm amazed that God gave us the creative ability to engineer such marvels. In the end though, it is he who makes each possible.
Isaiah 66:2 says "My hand made all of these things, and so they came into being. I will look favorably on this kind of person: one who is humble and submissive in spirit, and who trembles at my word."
I don't know about you, but for me, being looked upon favorably by God has got to be the greatest thing possible. I often have to second guess how favorably he looks upon me, and I won't lie, I tend to forget these sorts of things sometimes. Today though, I was running through Uptown New Orleans and realizing that he made all of that beauty possible. I was reminded of the exercise Andrew had us do, and tonight, while having some quality time with my amazing God (what a privilege!), he brought me to that verse.
Once again, I am humbled. Fo real.