How does a flying feathered creature crack open a clammed up sunflower seed and wisk out the seed inside? Even as I gaze upon this spectacle of God’s creation I am in awe. I want to make a wish for it’s sake to grow two tiny little appendages to assist it. As I stare-hardly breathing, for fear of stirring it’s concentration, I observe that what this beautiful red cardinal does is effortless, seemless in motion. God whispers to my spirit- awghhh- my perfect creation. Flawless. Timeless. Perfect. Mine bestowed upon you to watch in wonder at it’s glorious loveliness. Thank you Lord.
These deep restful breaths, long with intake, are my saving grace to the hurried, stressed life outside this moment. Tears well up, goose bumps form, as I ponder in my “human-ness” God’s creative power and beauty. “Who makes the clouds his chariot, who walks on the wings of the wind.” Psalm 104:3 Can you imagine-tapping into the true power and majesty of our Lord-can you fathom it? Walking on wind—His wind? How small we are, yet he loves us so deep.
“Then He will cover you with his pinions, and under his wings shall you trust and find refuge, his truth and his faithfullness are a shield and a buckler.” Psalm 91:4 Under His wings I find refuge, here in this moment of morning sun and solitude, casting my eyes upon His winged friends I do find peace.
Through His splendid creations He speaks-whispers to us of who He is, mimicked in the birds at my feeders.
“It is a good and delightful thing to give thanks to the Lord..” Psalm 92:1 It is good for my soul that I delight as a toddler giggles, in my Lord each day, giving thanks for my bowl of cereal, my 30 year old washing machine, for my strapping son and my sweet daughter, for my lone tomato on the spindly vine, for another lovely cool summer day….thank you, gratitude, thanksgiving…for covering me with your love. And God whispers back to me in a symphony of crickets and creatures and I feel blessed.
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