I love the morning noises. The crickets, and insects seem to be singing a song of praise to You. The blue Heron squawks a good morning beckoning the dawn to awaken Your world. The frogs croak as they make the rhythm of praise to an expectant world. You have given the earth new dew, fresh water from a cistern that continually tells of Your new mercies. The rustle of the invisible breeze is shaking the leaves and gently tells them to greet the new morning with hope.
Hope, You alone gives us hope. Nothing else is able to give us hope, except You. You are the God of history. Your plan ends sometime in the future with hope.
Someday I will Meet Jeremiah, and he will still be speaking of You and Your great plan that has come to pass.
Praise You this morning. Praise You.
Why would You even condescend to man? We don't wake up praising You like the Heron does. We don't trust You easily like the birds do for everything they need,
And yet You not only condescend to us You died upon a cross with the Father's wrath upon You, for us.
Please Lord, may I live today with every part of my being for You.
Awaiting You and Praising You............Lynn
4 comments:
I also wish that, like creation, I awoke with praises on my lips each morning. But, unlike creation, I'm a sinner. I often awake reminded of my sin and begin my days with pleas for mercy. And then can come thanksgiving.
This is lovely! A beautiful reminder... Thank you.
Like Laurie, I'm often asking for forgiveness or guidance or maybe just strength for some challenge I face that day. Mornings are such clear illustrations that all can be made new again each day.
Of course, there's also the whole "early bird gets the worm" thing ...
Lovely...I so love the mornings, too! Watching the sun come out on my porch is one of my favorite things. LoVe you, much. B.
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