We see it everywhere. When we look into the gorgeous magenta sunset of a winter twlilight, or feel the soft, scented breeze of spring, or the drama of a thunderstorm, we see God's handiwork. Even to look at the animals world, we see how God amazingly designed things. There are many times when I look at the beauty of God's creation and I am perplexed that people think it was all a random thing.
Yesterday, I was reminded once again of this thought. My husband and I spent our day yesterday -- from about 12:30 until 10:30 that night -- babysitting two little precious boys. A former Sunday school student who is now a wife and mother (and a wonderful godly one at that!) was to attend her cousin's wedding, so hubby and I took care of the wee boys. One was 2 years old and the other 6 months old. We were also blessed to help out in this way earlier in the summer for a similar occasion, when the mom's brother was married. The two year old boy had not changed much since the first babysitting occasion, but I was struck at the changes of the baby. Of course, those of us who have cared for babies know that a 2 month old baby is very different from a 6 month old. This baby was now smiling, cooing, laughing, and noticing everything. I love it when babies that age watch people's faces as they speak. You can see their mouths moving as if to try and make sounds themselves. Those babies know that sound comes from the mouth. They seem to know that it isn't being made from the nose; they don't wrinkle their noses, but move their mouths. They babble and gurgle and chortle in response to an adult who engages them in conversation. I watched this little man observing my husband's mouth while sitting on his lap. My husband was babbling and sticking out his tongue and generally making silly faces and sounds, all the while entrancing the baby. The baby's eyes were just glued to my husband's mouth, and I could see him moving his lips. It was really amazing.
Later, when baby was a wee bit fussy (getting close to bed time but not quite) I sat him on my lap in front of the coffee table in the living room where there was a Fisher Price stable set up, complete with animals and an angel on top. As I pushed down on the angel atop the little toy, it began playing a few bars of "Silent Night." The baby just froze and stared. When the music stopped, he kept looking at the angel. I pushed it again to hear the music. His gaze was glued to it. He smiled. When it stopped, he looked up at me and back at the angel. We did this a few times. He did the same thing with a little wind up clock that played a song. Whereas he had been quite fussy moments before, he was absolutely calm when the music was playing. I thought this was so wonderful. His father is a beautiful pianist and excellent musician. His mother is a lover of music and an excellent alto. I noticed that when I laid him down on his tummy for bed and he fussed and grunted a bit, once I began singing "You Are My Sunshine" softly, he calmed right down. The only sounds coming from the baby monitor for the rest of the night was him softly snoring in his baby way.
Watching that and watching many of the other wonderful things these two children did throughout the day once again reminded me of our amazing creator. That children are programmed for language and communication is really quite something when you stop and think about it. Babies are given an appreciation of music; that's really cool, I think. Another startling thing was when the two year old reminded my husband of the fact that he used to have a beard. A short time after our arrival, he touched my husband's face and said something about a beard. He was correct; my husband had sported a beard on the previous occasion when we babysat. Four months in the life of a 2 year old is a significant amount of time. I was amazed he remembered that. He also recalled that my husband had taken him for a walk to the park; he wanted to go again. Unfortunately, it was too cold for the park.
When I watched these boys, I was absolutely flabbergasted that anyone would fail to realize that all of these astoudning things were given to them while in the womb. They were destined to be these little people. No one gave that infant the appreciation of music through his environment; he was made that way. I don't understand why anyone could think all of this beauty was a random thing. It was such a blessed day for us.