Inhaling His Whispers of Rich Grace

  The sound of the brook. The waters that flow, ever running down, around the fallen limbs of trees, and over the grounded rocks. The rocks give the waters the sound that soothe the one who sits by and has the courage to still the beating pace of anxiety, worry, sorrow and listen.  Rocks. Are the hard pieces to our story. Rock. Jesus is our Rock. Our place of unmoving stability,a stable foundation.  And here it is, I often think of the hard and unmoving that can produce a song. And Jesus, our Rock, as we stay in Him, produces a melody that in a lot of ways my human mind wrestles to grasp the significance  and profound paradox of it all.   It is so true, though, as we find God and stay with Him, the hard things produce a melody that reaches deep in a human soul.  It reaches a place that sunshine and mountain tops don't.  And I wonder, to the human soul, when it witnesses the wonder and glory of the mystery of God in the middle of hard and devastati...

  Clearfield, PA Land of my dad's stomping through wooded grounds in his love of hunting and out of doors.  There is something about the green of the ground, the blue of sky and the light that filters through that soothes the ache of one's soul. Add to that the sound of the brook and the language of nature speaks in the space of life and if one has the courage to stay and listen, the human heartbeat finds a better rhythm.  Psalm 8:1,3-4  O LORD, our Lord, how majestic is Thy name in all the earth, who hast displayed Thy splendour above the heavens! When I consider Thy heavens, the work of Thy fingers, the moon and the stars which Thou hast ordained What is man, that Thou dost take thought of him? And the son of man, that Thou dost care for him? Thank you, Lord, for Your daily and moment by moment care.   Thank you, for the rest of Your created world that soothes and calms this anxious soul. You alone are life and light and so majestic! Thank you.