Good morning, Dear Friends and Prayer Partners! This is the day that the Lord has made and we will rejoice and be glad in it! I was really surprised when I stepped outside this morning, and saw the full moon! I had not been able to see the moon for a couple weeks, because of clouds, so this was really pretty. I also saw the fat frog on the porch, who is responsible for leaving his calling card in front of the door the past week. Those bugs flitting around the light must be pretty tasty!
Louis seems to be doing better, except for a very sore muscle in his back which makes it difficult for him to move out of his chair. His wound is healing nicely, but he does not know what happened to make him hurt. Sometimes that is good. It hasn't affected his appetite, though! He still likes to eat! And I do, too. God is good!
From the book Quiet Moments with God:
You, O Lord, are a compassionate and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness.
Psalm 86:15
All is still as a man sits at his dining room table, allowing the pages of a well-worn Bible to slip slowly through his fingers and basking in the peace of the moment. The pages have a comfortable feel, and the soft plop they make as they fall barely disturbs the quiet. Early morning always brings with it a hush of holiness for him. In his mind's eye he remembers another such morning.
The new dawn air is tangy and sharp as he and his brother turn onto a gravel road bordered by wheat fields. Early in the growing season the wheat is about two feet high and brilliant green. Suddenly the boy catches his breath. From the edge of the wheat field, a ring necked pleasant comes into view just as a bright ray of sunshine creates a natural spotlight. as if showing off for God himself, the pheasant stops and strikes a pose. (this reminds me of the peacocks outside Sawgrass)
Time stands still, sound ceases, and God paints an image on the young boy's mind that will remain for a lifetime. The beautiful hues of the pheasant, with its shining white collar glistening in the sunshine against the vivid green of the wheat remain sharply etched in his memory. Whenever he relives that day, he experiences anew the presence of God and a supernatural sense of contentment. Slowly the memory recedes, but the presence of God remains.
Sir Thomas Brown said, "Nature is the art of God."
All around us are awesome reminders of a big God who created everything in a matter of days. Isn't it great to know the Artist firsthand?
When God makes his presence felt through us, we are like the burning bush. Moses never took any heed what sort of bush it was--He only saw the brightness of the Lord.
George Eliot
I always give thanks for you, remembering you in my prayers with thanksgiving, joy and love!
Love and hugs,
Amaryllis
