Everything is so fresh outside and full of life. The air is full of sound, but it the noise of peace and praise. Sparrows, robins, meadowlarks, mourning doves, crickets all singing the song God gave them to sing. Something swelled up in my heart as the freshness filled my lungs and sight. Green bursting forth from the once cold soil. Flowers in simplicity and purity grace the garden. I could stay out here for hours, wandering slowly so as not to miss a single joy.
I almost missed it though. I almost didn't go outside. I almost stayed inside loaded down with the cares of the morning: dishes, dirty counters, kids who can't find their socks, phone calls, messy piles of clutter. The to do list stretched beyond my sight. There is no way to get it all done in one day. "Work hard and fast," my mind says. "Come and see," the birds call.
"Come," my God calls. Come and spend some time with me. All of this freshness, warmth and beauty are created for you, to lift you your mind higher, up and away from the things that burden. Spiritual lessons are written in every petal and every birds wing. God is love is found in the fresh air and the springing grass. Open your eyes, unstop your ears. The living God is active and alive. All nature is a book about Him, for those who care to learn.
The beauty of this morning is for soaking in, every drop of it. The winter is past. All things celebrate and rejoice. And so do I. A lighter heart returns to face the chores. God is with me. I am glad.
Everything is so fresh outside and full of life. The air is full of sound, but it the noise of peace and praise. Sparrows, robins, meadowlarks, mourning doves, crickets all singing the song God gave them to sing. Something swelled up in my heart as the freshness filled my lungs and sight. Green bursting forth from the once cold soil. Flowers in simplicity and purity grace the garden. I could stay out here for hours, wandering slowly so as not to miss a single joy.
I almost missed it though. I almost didn't go outside. I almost stayed inside loaded down with the cares of the morning: dishes, dirty counters, kids who can't find their socks, phone calls, messy piles of clutter. The to do list stretched beyond my sight. There is no way to get it all done in one day. "Work hard and fast," my mind says. "Come and see," the birds call.
"Come," my God calls. Come and spend some time with me. All of this freshness, warmth and beauty are created for you, to lift you your mind higher, up and away from the things that burden. Spiritual lessons are written in every petal and every birds wing. God is love is found in the fresh air and the springing grass. Open your eyes, unstop your ears. The living God is active and alive. All nature is a book about Him, for those who care to learn.
The beauty of this morning is for soaking in, every drop of it. The winter is past. All things celebrate and rejoice. And so do I. A lighter heart returns to face the chores. God is with me. I am glad.
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