At This.

"At this also my heart trembles, and leaps from its place." Job 37:1
At this...
At the beauty exploding out of every inch of His creation, from the peaking mountains in my window to the waves of the ocean floor.
At the sight of the beloveds rising up to worship their lover.
At the echo of His name on my lips, the lingering of it's presense, as it inscripts onto my heart.
At the whisper of a childs voice and the sweet squeeze around my neck.
At the lightning being cast down by his hands and the thunder roaring from His voice.
At the swift motion of a hummingbirds wings.
At the water being turned to ice by His breathe.
At the fellowship of a close friend as we both awe at our God and sip our simple coffee.
At the drawing of drops of water that turn into rain to refresh my dry face as I dance in the puddles.
At the laughter of a families table, the joy that completes the circle.
At the silence of the beasts in awe of their creator.
At the perfect harmony within the depths of every note, every sound, every beat in music.
At the conversation of a couple who put forth countless moments of dedication and love, as it now shows on their faces within the beauty of the wisdom-filled wrinkles.
At the bright moon so full of mystery and majesty, while also holding the promise that a new day will come soon. 
At the chills of the crisp fall breeze that comes with the crunching sound of tattered leaves.
At the eyes and the arms of a loved one whom you cherish every second you're together, because each second doesn't feel long enough.
At the innocence of a child's artwork sending messages of love and admiration.
At the sendind out of willing people to go to the other side of the Earth, being humbled in order to share the name of Christ to ears who have not heard it.
At the soldiers bowing down before the Lord to recieve full strength through Him and not through anything they have done or will do.
At the generation proclaiming that they do not live by bread alone, but are dependant completely on God in the wilderness and in the promised land.
At the young girl who looks in the mirror and sees what God sees, throwing the make up on the floor in realization.
At the young man who unplugs his computer in surrender to the love of his future wife that will be the essence of true beauty that no screen could ever compare to.
At the dry bones coming together and taking on the flesh and breathe they were made for as they line up for battle.
At the table of communion as we remember the blood that was shed so that we may live without sin, once dead and now alive.
At the pages in His holy word where they are not only words or stories in a book, but they are alive and in me.
At the peace of knowing I am protected under His wings, and when I walk throught the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear none.
At the renewing of His grace, forgiveness, and mercy every morning He chooses to give me breathe.
At His glory, honor, and power forever and ever. Amen.
At this my heart trembles and leaps from its place.
And so much more.