I awakened this Sunday morning ill and quite exhausted from one of several conditions. Knowing full well that I would be missing now my third Sunday in a row, with much disappointment I re-positioned myself in bed, fluffed pillows, and fell back to sleep. At exactly 11:30 I awoke. Groggy, I stumbled down the hall to take my morning medications I had missed, dress, and descended the stairs to the silence bellow. With coffee, phone, and inhaler in hand, I exited the house to the sunshine and windy day that awaited me.
Sitting quietly, savoring my iced Mocha, I began to pray for the day at hand. I asked the Lord to forgive my many downfalls. With a worshipful heart I gave thanks for His Grace. I Praised Him and Thanked Him for His love. For my precious husband and four children. And in the green vastness of my backyard, I silenced my soul. I waited for my God to speak to this open heart ready and willing to receive. Then something unexpected happened. The gusts of wind increased in an even greater state causing the branches to blow to and fro generating sound and motion from there long limbs as if they were clapping and dancing before their Marvelous Creator.
In Isaiah 55:12, it is written,"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." If the trees praise Him, how much more should I? So I closed my eyes and opened my mouth in song. "Holy, Holy, Holy! Lord God Almighty! Early in the morning my song shall rise to thee. Holy, Holy, Holy! Merciful and Mighty! God in three Persons, Blessed Trinity! Holy! Holy! Holy! Lord God Almighty! All Thy work shall praise Thy Name in earth and sky and sea. Holy! Holy! Holy! Merciful and Mighty! God in Three Persons, Blessed Trinity!" by Reginald Heber (1783-1826)
God truly met me right where I was. My backyard, the backdrop for my church. The Oak trees and tall grasses were its members. The wind was our song.
