July 8, 2011
Every flower rises from the earth to
heaven. Every tree raises its arms to
reach heaven, to praise God for His magnificence. The clouds hold the dew of heaven, sheltering
the earth from the raging sun. The mist
of the Holy Spirit also shrouds man, that the raging justice of God’s
perfection will be pacified by the love of the sweet Holy Spirit.
As you stop in time to listen to the
silence of God, life takes on a new color.
You begin to notice the little things of God, the delightful hidden
mercies springing up around you. You
notice the color of the sky, the smell of the grass, the sound of the bird’s
happy song of love, the swaying of the tree boughs in the breeze. God’s
subtleties overwhelm your senses and you exclaim in wonder: “God, how could I have been so blind not to
notice the wonders of your glorious creation?”
God waits eagerly to see if His
children notice all the adornments of earth He has so painstakingly dreamed up
for them. The colors of the fish, the
hues in the rainbow, the softness of a bird’s wing – these all proclaim God’s
tender touch of love.
God has created a beautiful playground
for His children. He maintains it; He
furnishes it with good things; He waters the vegetation from His heavenly
vaults. He looks upon His wondrous world
with great delight. His angels roam
silently through the hills and valleys of earth, doing His bidding.
Night falls and God watches over His
sleeping children. He folds back the
covers of the clouds and the moon, His great nightlight, and soothes His
children that are afraid of the dark.
God’s goodness can only be praised in
the silent ponderings of a soul weaned from earth’s glamour. As My children get back to nature, My face
pops up everywhere.”
God,
Creator
of All
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