"Young people," she said solemnly, "if you're studying science and the elements has ever led you to feel that things just happen, kind of evolve by chance, as it were, this sight will be good for you... It takes the wisdom of the Almighty God to devise the wing of a moth. If there ever was a miracle, this whole process is one."
A shivering movement went over the moth. The wings drooped and spread wider. Mrs. Comstock sank into soft, awed tones.
"There never was a moment in my life," she said, "when I felt so in the Presence as I do now. I feel as if the Almighty were so real, and so near, that I could reach out and touch Him, as I could this wonderful work of His if I dared. I feel like saying to Him, 'To the extent of my brain power I realize Your presence, and all it is in me to comprehend of Your power. Help me to learn, even this late, the lessons of Your wonderful creations. Help me to unshackle and expand my soul to the fullest realization of Your wonders. Almighty God, make me bigger, make me broader!'"
(Though I cannot make a wholesale recommendation of Gene Stratton Porter's works, I did find this passage from "A Girl of the Limberlost" to be particularly true and moving. May we always see the magnificence of our Creator, in all parts of Nature, and be moved to worship by it.)
