For the Lord is the great God, the great King above all gods. In his hand are the depths of the earth, and the mountain peaks belong to him, The sea is his, for he made it, and his hands formed the dry land. Come, let us bow down in worship, let us kneel before the Lord our Maker; Psalm 95:3-6
Stepping out in my bare feet, the sun baked grass pokes and crunchs with each step. The laundry (all this laundry!) flits and ripples with the rythym of the breeze.
Sparrows swoop low, setting tiny bird toes to dirt in the garden, and bees, busily gather yellow honey-dust from towering sunflowers, little back legs fat with gold flakes, the promise of sweetness coming.
Pinching clothes pins, I repeat the process all the way down the line and my heart aches at the sheer magnificence of all this, life.
Cicadas chirp and buzz, the rise and fall of their song seems to follow each gusts of wind and through their praises I’m learning to see you in everything.
Your fingerprints on all of it, your majesty in this wild symphony sung by birds and bees and leaves that rustle and twist. Postures of praise from sunflowers that bend and sway, faces tilting upwards, towards you-
There is nowhere I can look and not see you in this moment.
There seems to be no corner or burrow where your light does not illuminate.
And as I stand here, in the middle of this natural hymn, apron on, laundry basket on my hip, my bare feet set deep in dry summer soil, I laugh at myself, at what I have become. This mother of four, this wild lover of you- a dreamer who finds joy- pleasure even, in hanging clothes on the line, listening to the earth sing your praises.
How did I get to this place?
When did I become this girl who chases the heart of the Father-
I don’t remember when everything happend…
The sheets whip and snap in the breeze and the goldfinch twits and chirps as she peeks in on her babies. I hear my own babies now, their laughter and squeeling coming throught the screen door.
I return to the house, refreshed from this moment, rejuvinated from hearing your praises sung in voices I cannot mimic, in a cadence unique to nature.
Your beauty radiates in every living thing, and in my small piece of this wide world, you have shown yourself huge and overwhelming.
“But ask the animals, and they will teach you,
or the birds in the sky, and they will tell you; or speak to the earth, and it will teach you,
or let the fish in the sea inform you. Which of all these does not know
that the hand of the Lord has done this? In his hand is the life of every creature
and the breath of all mankind. Job 12:7-10
Counting on to my 1000 Gifts…
487. Paint play outside
488. Encouragement from friends
489. Letting to
491. Learning to hear you, learning to really listen
492. My one word, obedience
493. The challenge of hiding your word, trying to memorize Psalm 143
494. Michelle P.
495. Deep conversations with my mother-in-law, pure gift!
496. A quiet prayer answered
497. My own mother, more than a mother, a friend
498. Dad’s passion for justice, principal
499. Brother and family safely moved, stepping out in faith, stepping further into ministry.
500. Half way to 1000 gifts!
501. Loretta, (a stranger) the florist at Kroger, who blessed my children with the gift of a simple balloon, one each, which brought smiles and joy that lasted all day, her generous heart.
502. Little boys who refuse to listen.
503. Squirrels perched atop sunflowers, feasting
505. Learning to wait on you