Wind whips up branches and they stretch high and bend hard sideways. The tulips bow heads and snap back from the invisible breath that woos them wildly in one direction and then another. Clouds skirt past fast enough to see them go, and that loud rushing sound, warm, damp wind surges all around. Blond hair blows horizontal and webs around pink cheeks. There are squeals and tugs, as we brace and race for the car. This morning creation preformed a dance of praise in the sanctuary of His making. We spent a few glorious moments enjoying the clapping hands of the trees and bending knees of the flowers. What beauty, what splendid grace in full bloom!
You will go out in joy ?and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills? will burst into song before you,? and all the trees of the field? will clap their hands. Isaiah 55:12
As Easter Sunday just passed and spring is bursting forth, I am reminded that God is in everything, and that he lives and breathes and moves all things for his glory.
As Jesus himself said, “I tell you,” he replied, “if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out.”
We are called and created for praise. Don’t hold back!