Sharing the morning

one of many

sharing the morning 

sun and stillness

but interrupting

with his call

new symphonies 

rehearsed at dawn

noon, nightfall

each unique, orchestra

members welcomed

how, without auditions

can there be such eerie unison?

but He already knew

Who formed each feather

and selects each song

seen and unseen

today's exercise  led me to the window

to note what I see and do not see

it may not be because things are secret

but more likely just that I am not paying attention

what pride resides

within, to think

the world exists for 

me, as if I am

by my nature

deserving of anything more

than these

dry twigs, fallen

leaves, strings

and straw, collected

by tiny builders

trying to create

home

how they labor

to gain

what I take

for granted

let my feet tread 

softer, then

that I might hear

their song

continuing to journey through Dave Harrity's Making Manifest

 

Every breath of life...

Let everything that has breath

and every breath of life praise the Lord!

Praise the Lord!

(Hallelujah!)

 Psalm 150:6 Amplified

Joining the Sunday chorus of praise at Deidra's

 

Unwrapped peace

Silence, stillness,
the fluttering wings of birds at feeders
seeking their winter provision.
Peace that comes
with the knowledge that I am back
exactly where God has rooted me
in this season of waiting
for what we know we have already received
for He Is here
Immanuel
God with us.

What gifts have you unwrapped today?  Come share at Emily's.

 

More about the hummingbirds...

Yesterday morning, in the pale light of a stormy morning, in the quiet, the Lord shared another lesson using what I could see outside my window, letting His creation speak:

Let me speak again about the hummingbirds.

The feeder is empty - yet they come again and again - looking for the nectar that sustains.

There is a feeder filled on hte other side of the house - yet again and again they come - because it is what they know.

So I ask, little one, how often do My people return to things that cannot nourish or satisfy simply because it is what they know?  And even when they are dry and hungry they can't think outside the box long enough to find that I Am providing for them in ways they do not know.

You long to be able to tell the small birds to check the other feeder, frustrated that you cannot reach them.

So too do I ache for My children

Just ask the animals, and they will teach you. Ask the birds of the sky, and they will tell you Job 12:7 NLT

joining today with others imperfect and redeemed in His hands at Emily's

The world awash

We had a winter of white, more snow than most could recall, and the heavy rains that followed washed it all away but left flooding behind.

Not a lake, but a meadow waits here for drying winds to blow.  The air is filled with songs.  Seagulls, ducks and frogs call out in their rejoicing.

What is inconvenient for man proves enjoyable to a group of pelicans.

As for us, we live on high sandy ground.  The excess moisture has created extravagance.  Lush. 

I will spend my afternoon in the breezy sunlight, riding the lawn tractor, nothing to do but worship and pray as I complete the first cutting of the year.

Another cycle of breath. Exhale winter weariness.  Inhale new life. 


Stop by L. L. Barkat's Seedlings in Stone to read more Monday views

Still birds

Yesterday was indeed a day of rest as we were not only snowed in our yard, but the road report showed all of our highways officially closed untill late afternoon.


Sparrow

The intense downfall of snow not only confused people, but birds as well.

Flicker

The sun is shining bright today, the temperatures rising quickly.  It should not take long for things to melt.

Today we are off to town, to shop and to vote.  Please keep Canada in your prayers as we trust God for righteousness to rule and reign in our nation.

Stop by L.L. Barkat's Seedlings in Stone for more views around Monday