On earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it — Jules Renard
Perfection Formed. Perfection Restored
The deepest lessons of this world is made evident by those who study nature. Those who lift their eyes from the noise and fix them on this true religion. You’ll notice how they speak of peace, of that deep, eternal stillness they long to feel.
They speak in the language of trees, of rivers, of skies. Their longing sounds like wind. Because creation whispers the eternal.
God did not create a world with just a portion of Himself. He poured all of His heart into it. Every system, every cycle, every bond between living things speaks of intelligence, not randomness.
How else can you explain how one creature feeds another, supports another, gives without knowing it gives? Please track with me.

Even Today,
When sin has cracked the foundations, creation still carries His fingerprints. The earth may groan, but it has not forgotten its Maker. And what a beauty nature is! Flying cars and glass towers might stir wonder at what man has made.
But be honest, do you dream of cyber cities when we picture paradise?
I imagine light. Green. Flowing waters. Unspoiled hills. Beauty with no wires. No fuel. Just sunlight, falling freely. Just life, blooming effortlessly. A beauty man cannot replicate, even if he could split atoms in his backyard.
And perhaps that’s why God, in all His wisdom, wrote the story of humanity to begin in a garden—and end in a 2.0 one. Because even now, through all the rubble and ruin, He keeps painting perfection in our hearts using the colors of creation.
So now, lemme step back and let Scripture speak. To bring forward the voices of men who tasted God’s beauty, and found it could only be put into words through the unfolding wonder of the natural world.

David. Other Bible Characters
You remember Part 2 on David, here’s the moment it was leading to.
You noticed Psalms 23, for instance, “He makes me lie down in green pastures, He leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul.”
The vastness of the universe in Psalms 8:3-4 made him awe at God’s humility who has the capacity to create galaxies but still care for man as if he is the only one in His creation. Psalms 104, one word, goated.
We could go on and on.
You’ve seen how Job’s responses were? Check out Job 12:7-10. Solomon, in his Proverbs, and his 8 chapters of pure rizz that we know of. Paul, in his letters, like Romans 1:20-21, I’ll go ahead and quote this one for you for effect:

The Bible is Rich in This Language
As we’ve noticed that creation of this world, the nature around us, and even our very own bodies, are running on an energy called God. Himself.
We might call them harmonious divine laws of the physical realm, He calls it love.
And as this kind of love grows rarer in the world, we’re realizing more and more that we were made to resonate with it. Hardwired to connect with it. Our minds have been designed to hear His voice, not just in Scripture, but in the wind, in water, in silence, in stillness.
And when we join ourselves with it, really spend time in it, not just reading but beholding, healing begins. Body and mind.
And beyond physical healing, there’s something deeper still.
Time spent with creation and the Word, quietly, reflectively, leads us to know the Creator Himself. And that’s where the spirit is healed too.

Love For Nature
And maybe this is why I love nature so much. From innocent beginnings to intentionally appreciating it. It’s the only place left in this world that hasn’t forgotten how to be honest.
The trees teach the lesson of consistency. The rivers don’t fake their flow. The wind doesn’t need to impress you. It blows. As is.
Nature speaks to me not with words, but with presence. It listens without interruption. It takes me out of the city noise. A time before comparison.
It pulls me back to the nativity of mankind. A garden. Not just Eden, but the garden within that He hoped to place in us. Where God still walks in the cool of the day.
To love nature is not to worship it. It’s to recognize the fingerprints of God in things that grow without applause. The unspoken sermon of a blooming flower. The forgiveness in every sunrise. The resilience of trees that have weathered storms and still stand tall.
And if you ever feel tired, tired of the concrete. Of the overstimulation. Maybe take a walk. Listen to the birds that don’t sing for likes. Watch a leaf fall without shame. Touch the soil and remember God brought you forth from it.
Maybe you’ll fall in love too. Not just with nature. But with the God who made it.
I sentence thee to go touch grass, thou slave of the internet! Come, let’s Rest Awhile, shall we?
Trying out a new post format a lot of you asked for—sharing bits from my journal so we can reflect together. It’s personal, sometimes a little all over the place, but honest. Hope it feels relatable. Let me know if you’d want more like this—we’re building as we go.