It's been hot, so this rain is a blessing for a thirsty land. There is wonder in waking to thunder and the cadence of the rain.
Typically, this time of year, things can get dry and we lose some of the green. This year, the highways and one lane roads all have wildflowers and prairie grasses growing wild and free. It is good.I want to remember to look at the green and give thanks for the blessings of the rains, that sometimes arrive with storms.
This passage puts it so beautifully from Psalm 29:
God thunders across the waters, Brilliant, his voice and his face, streaming brightness— God, across the flood waters.God’s thunder tympanic, God’s thunder symphonic.
God’s thunder sets the oak trees dancing A wild dance, whirling; the pelting rain strips their branches.We fall to our knees—we call out, “Glory!” Above the floodwaters is God’s throne from which his power flows, from which he rules the world.
God makes his people strong.God gives his people peace. -Psalm 29:3,4, 9-11 (The Message)
Good morning Earworm. Today, he is singing the old traditional Doxology.
"Praise God from whom all blessing's flow. Praise him all creatures here below. Praise him above ye heavenly hosts. Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost. -Amen.
Yes, the thunder brings me to attention and recognize his power. The rain reminds me of his gift of life that quenches our thirst for the meaningless things of the world. He is music.He is a wild dance. He is overwhelming and we fall to our knees. He is our peace. He is our contentment. He is life. He is the one our souls long to receive to fill any emptiness.
Nature sings his song. His rains quenches our thirst. When we offer him reign in our lives, we find the most unique strength and peace.
Today, I am grateful for the blessing of rain and nature's percussion section.
Good morning Earworm. Today, he is singing the old traditional Doxology.
"Praise God from whom all blessing's flow. Praise him all creatures here below. Praise him above ye heavenly hosts. Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost. -Amen.
Yes, the thunder brings me to attention and recognize his power. The rain reminds me of his gift of life that quenches our thirst for the meaningless things of the world. He is music.He is a wild dance. He is overwhelming and we fall to our knees. He is our peace. He is our contentment. He is life. He is the one our souls long to receive to fill any emptiness.
Nature sings his song. His rains quenches our thirst. When we offer him reign in our lives, we find the most unique strength and peace.
Today, I am grateful for the blessing of rain and nature's percussion section.
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