I went with my daughter and her friends to the Georgia Aquarium last week, and of all the displays of underwater majesty there (dolphins, belugas, rays, penguins), I kept finding myself standing and gazing through the glass at the diminutive magnificence of seahorses. Little bitty, hidden-under-the-coral-reef seahorses always speak to me of our Father’s mastery over all.
Sorry the picture isn’t clearer (phone camera through thick aquarium glass), but can you see her? There among the brightly colored coral and stick-straight pencilfish? She wafts along, yellow-golden and regal in her willowy tiny-ness.
I gaze at her, my new-found friend, she who descended from generation after short-lived generation of her kind — ever since the fifth day of creation (Gen. 1:21.) Floating upright and beautiful in her own way, her delicate features mesmerize me through the glass.
If we’d lived before modern scuba gear, we’d never have known she existed. Like the telescope, underwater divers have brought to us glimpses of our Father’s vast creation unknown to so many generations before us. I choke up as I gaze upon her odd loveliness, awed that I have the honor of standing before her diminutive splendor.
I linger before her, caught in wonder at the mind of the Creator who fashioned her to float among the hidden corral reefs. My soul sings to Him when I consider all the worlds His hands have made. I bow before Him because I’m so thankful He’s let me, a 21st century girl, see her in all her tiny regality.
She makes me smile.
She causes me to bow in awe before Him for whom all blessing and honor and glory and might belong forever and ever.
And that’s a really good thing.
“And I heard every creature in heaven and on earth and under the earth and in the sea, and all that is in them, saying, ‘To Him who sits on the throne and to the Lamb be blessing and honor and glory and might forever and ever!'” (Rev. 5:13)