Wednesday, June 29, 2011

The Lord reigns, Psalm 93

Patty made the trip to rural Lawson this morning to retrieve 4 little 8 and 9 year olds who had spent a couple of days in their first Church camp experience at Wilderness Camp ( one of the great Methodist Church Camps in Missouri).  While she was gone, Micayla and I were left on our own for about 4 hours.  We went for a walk in the yard and had a great time experiencing nature.  There was a moment of exhilaration as I lifted her into the branches of one of the Sunset Maples.  The leaves brushed her face and the wind blew in her light blonde hair.  There was the excitement of picking up various stones in the driveway and feeling their texture before dropping them back to the ground.  There was the short walk up the street with occasional stops to examine the different hues of the black topped surface.  There was the obligatory picking of a few dandelion blossoms.  Their was the expectant listening for the birds' calls in the back yard.  There was the spotting of a pair of squirrels who were dance around in the tree tops.  It was an all together, nature filled morning.....which is to say, God was everywhere and everywhere adored. 

The psalmist sings, "The Lord reigns, he is robed in majesty; the Lord is robed in majesty and is armed with strength.  The world is firmly established; it cannot be moved."

As we laughed at the breeze and plucked the common dandelion; as we enjoyed the leaves of the trees and the frolicking birds and squirrels......we were casual observers of God at work in the world around us.  Would that we would have eyes to see and ears to hear and to marvel at God's goodness and his presence all about us.  The earth sings of his goodness as all of nature speaks of his glory.  God has revealed himself to humankind in many diverse ways.  He may speak to you and to me in different way, but always he speaks out of his creation and his creation says that God is still at home on high, still the ruler of the universe and to him we owe all praise and fealty.  I am grateful that my granddaughter causes me to slow down and see our God at work.

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