Who told the leaves to pop
out in glorious full, green foliage in May and not March?
Who caused the ripples in the
river to tip at just the right angle as to catch the sun’s rays and sparkle
like diamonds?
Who cracked open those tiny,
hard, little seeds we planted in our garden and now there’s green plants making
their way through the black dirt?
Who told the robins to look
for worms after a rain?
Is it anything less than
miraculous?
Whether your view is of a
woods full of trees, or sandy lakeside, or a tree-lined neighborhood – even as
you look around your own room with your own creature comforts all around you
that make it home to you… stop and wonder at the things you call beautiful …how
did you end up with such a treasureable sight…?
Maybe today’s the day you
write God a little note.
·
I love You, Lord,
with all my heart
·
Thank You, Lord,
for making everything beautiful in its time
·
Lord, there is
none like You
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