Anyone who knows me at all will affirm that this negative outlook is not the norm for me: I can usually see a touch of grace in most any situation. Yesterday, though, was one of those days I just couldn't; I just wanted to get to the end of it, go to sleep and wake up in Narnia! I did fall asleep, but I woke up and nothing had changed-- I was sad to the core. So sad I couldn't even speak of it. And yet, God heard. I picked up my phone and there, from my Jamaican "sister" Jeanne, was a song, and it spoke my broken heart. (I'm posting the link below and praying it will minister to you as it did to me.)
I listened, and then I walked around my own yard. And you know what? "There Was Jesus"... in the beauty of each brilliant color of each delicate flower or butterfly wing, in the numberless shades of green in the forest backdrop, and in the music of each bird song that accompanied my walk. My friend, without you uttering a word, God hears the cry of your broken heart, for He has indeed "put [your] tears in [His] bottle...." (Psalm 56:8)
"I have asked one thing from the Lord;
it is what I desire:
to dwell in the house of the Lord
all the days of my life, gazing on the beauty of the Lord
and seeking Him in His temple."
Please enjoy these photos of what I discovered, allow yourself to revel in the comfort of the entirety of Psalm 27, then listen to this beautiful song.
"He must increase, but I must decrease" (John 3:30)
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Beautiful photos! And in the busyness of doing chores in the backyard I sometimes forget to appreciate God's beauty we have there.
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