Friday, November 20, 2009
How God Made The World...And Stuff...
I don't know about you, but I have never really thought about 'how' God made the world. I know seven days, I know what for each day - but not the how. Have you? Well someone in my house has been thinking about it alot, and the other day he told us all about it.
Luke turned 4 this summer, for context, and has a very interesting way of thinking and viewing the world. He believes with his whole heart that God is the 'Greatest Worker' ever seen. Can't argue with that. He has this intense desire to know not just what something does (lately the question starts with "What does/do ________ usually do?") but HOW it does it. Not good enough that a transmission makes a vehicle drive, but how does it do that. So I shouldn't have been surprised when he started telling me about God's construction company.
"Mama, did you know how God built the whole world?," Luke inquired taking off his boots and coat at the back door. Looking down at his serious face I answer, "Uh I never thought about it, how do you think He did?"
Arms fling wide, eyes open large and I hear, "With a hugest biggest construction company ever seen with Jesus driving the bigger mixer truck and the hugest dump truck. God gets to drive the big loader or the big excavator."
And the tale went on how they, along with their 'holy workers' constructed the whole world, and that they even painted all the colors on everything. I was amazed at how his mind works, I never thought of how God made the world, but leave it to Luke to picture the Holy Construction Company at work. No wonder I love talking with him, he makes everything look different just by running it past his wonderfully crafted mind.
Later that night, when we were saying our prayers (known at our house as talking to God) Luke told me about God and Jesus painting sunsets and leaves, and how they stirred the sky and oceans to make clouds, storms and whirlpools. His faith in the world around him, and his joy at each discovery being something special humbles me and gives me great joy.
He believes that God's shop is run by someone almost as smart and strong and 'fix anything' as his Grandpa. I'm only too happy to agree, because you see, after hearing how he 'sees' things I too want to put on the Lukey 'wobble goggles' and view it from his angle.
I am so thankful for the blessings of my family and my friends and for the created, wonderful world around us. I humbly pray that I can be a good and faithful steward to them all. Thank you God for Earl and Luke. Amen.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
A Grateful Heart - Journal of Gratitude, Joy and Beauty
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Grateful Today
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Prayers Like Bird Song
It was something that came to mind last night, if God loves to hear us talking to him as much as we love to hear bird song? If our prayers are like bird song to God, except He can hear each note and know the heart of each singer, then wouldn't it be grand to 'sing' to Him all throughout our day? I know this is a bit of a reach to express, but really it has gotten me thinking.
When I listen to birds singing I can imagine that our prayers as we go about our day are like those songs - but because God knows our song and note and us as the singers it is even more special and powerful. Then I really got to thinking about those times when the birds are not singing - when they are being still and listening - could it be those times for us that we are silent listening to the whispers of the Holy Spirit?
As the created beings of a Creator, we not only come with prayers of petition and intercession, but also joyful praise. Having Luke around gets you thinking about that aspect of God, and the Trinity, even more. He sees a bug, and wonders at how it came to be, he sees a flower and marvels that it is so beautiful. He joyfully splashes in puddles, plays with his animals and trustingly curls up in our arms at night. He talks to God, sings to God and that is such a blessing to behold.
When I get caught up in being a 'grown up' the birds and Luke remind me to sing, laugh and stretch my wings to enjoy flying - not the destination or the goal - but the actual flight with nothing but flying and singing in my heart. It is good for the mind, body and spirit.
Bird Song Prayer
Simple notes, sung by small birds,
Carry like prayers up to the heavens.
God listens to each and every note,
Knows each and every heart
Of every singer who has ever sung.
Simple prayers, sung by small children,
Carry like dandelion seeds up to Heaven.
God listens to each and every word,
Knows each and every soul
Of every little singer who has ever sung.
Silence, still and waiting, in our hearts,
Light or heavy, like a touch from heaven.
God knows each and every heart,
Speaks into each and every soul,
Of every spirit He created.
We wait upon Thee
Hearts, minds and bodies.
Birds, little boys and me.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Repost: Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For
I have climbed highest mountains
I have run through the fields
Only to be with you
Only to be with you
I have run
I have crawled
I have scaled these city walls
These city walls
Only to be with you
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
I have kissed honey lips
Felt the healing fingertips
It burned like a fire
This burning desire
I have spoke with the tongue of angels
I have held the hand of a devil
It was warm in the night
I was cold as a stone
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
I believe in the Kingdom Come
When all the colors will bleed into one
Bleed into one
Well, yes I'm still running
You broke the bonds
And you loosened the chains
Carried the cross
Of all my shame
all my shame
You know I believe it
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
Friday, June 5, 2009
The Animals Speak!
This is my week for animal tales - good, bad, mysterious and ugly. Some wonderous, some sadly strange and some miraculous and some tragically sad. That got me thinking about animals in the Bible - and how they have spoken on behalf of the Hand that also created them. Animals speak to me all the time. Now before you get worried, I don't actually hear them talking like people - they use their bodies and actions.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Joyful Joyful
Hearts unfold like flowers before Thee, opening to the sun above.
Melt the clouds of sin and sadness; drive the dark of doubt away;
Giver of immortal gladness, fill us with the light of day!
All Thy works with joy surround Thee, earth and heaven reflect Thy rays,
Stars and angels sing around Thee, center of unbroken praise.
Field and forest, vale and mountain, flowery meadow, flashing sea,
Singing bird and flowing fountain call us to rejoice in Thee.
Thou art giving and forgiving, ever blessing, ever blessed,
Wellspring of the joy of living, ocean depth of happy rest!
Thou our Father, Christ our Brother, all who live in love are Thine;
Teach us how to love each other, lift us to the joy divine.
Mortals, join the happy chorus, which the morning stars began;
Father love is reigning o’er us, brother love binds man to man.
Ever singing, march we onward, victors in the midst of strife,
Joyful music leads us Sunward in the triumph song of life.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Chickadee Rescue Story
I wonder sometimes about our spiritual world, and how the angels and demons battle things out where we can not see, hear or feel them - and yet we can sense the battles that sometimes rage. I was wondering about that tonight as I was watching my little hummingbird guarding what she considers 'her' feeder. No one can feed there but her, and later on she'll allow her offspring to join her there. She chases all comes - males, orioles and wasps. She won't back down, sitting and watching she chases and flies and then rests.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Bent Nails & Crooked Screws
The Roan is Back!
Make a Joyful Noise
Psalm 100 - Make a joyful noise to the Lord
Make a joyful noise to the Lord, all the lands!
Serve the Lord with gladness! Come into God's presence with singing!
Know that the Lord is God! It is he that made us, and we are his;
we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.
Enter his gates with thanksgiving, and his courts with praise!
Give thanks to him, bless his name!
For the Lord is good;
his steadfast love endures for ever,
and his faithfulness to all generations.
When I listen to Luke say his prayers, it is usually with a high degree of enthusiasm and often he sings them rather than says them. He likes to talk to God with the joy of a little boy, just like Psalm 100. We have our prayers for bedtime, we thank God for our food and for wonderful things we enjoy each day. It is very humbling to see someone embrace fully joyful worship.
It did get me thinking that perhaps he is on the right track for him, and I think that nature and the world around us also praises with the same exuberance and joy. Birds, flowers and trees in their riot of color, texture and song praise their Creator. The roaring rivers, the rushing waterfalls and the endless waves add their notes to the endless song. Even the seemingly senseless barking of my blind dog plays a role, as they are all creations of the Creator's hand.
Our senses are gifts which allow us to experience the world around us. Many would argue they are genetically selected functions which enhance the survival of our species, and yes to some degree they do fulfill that function (not was well for us as for some animals but we have other advantages sometimes). I would argue they also serve a purpose for the survival of our souls and spirits - they allow us to sense and embrace the world around us in ways that feeds our spiritual selves, and brings us closer to God. I do not believe that nature and all her wonders are meant to be a distraction from God, but rather a reminder of just how magnificent the hand is that can bring us beauty, wonder and joy.
Spring, for those of us lucky enough to enjoy it as a season, brings hope from a dark dormant season, it brings life new and renewed, and it allows us after many months of monochromatic living to burst into a multicolored riot for the senses. The world, after the silence of winter, bursts forth in joyful noise with the works of the Creator. Just as my little boy bursts out in joyful praise, so do we when we allow the spirit of joyful praise into our worldm, into our lives and allow it to feed the gardens of our souls. Let the birds sing, let the flowers bloom, let the new life that is waiting come forth and fill us with a joyful noise.
Be brightly blessed, always and in all ways!