This morning I heard new songs at the Riverwalk. Not the
stalwart red-winged blackbird that faithfully sings through the winter, but a new
lilting refrain, fresh and clear.
The river sang a different tune as well, popping and
creaking at its ice-rimmed edges.
In chorus, they sounded jubilant.
“Sing to the Lord, all the earth,” the psalmist wrote.
He continues: “Let the field be joyful and all that is in
it. Then all the trees of the woods will rejoice before the Lord, for He is
coming” (Psalm 96:1, 12-13 NKJV).
Even in winter’s frigid grasp, creation sings the Lord’s
praises. There is a lesson for me here. In tight frozen places or from yet unfruitful,
dormant endeavors, I can praise Him. By simply acknowledging His faithfulness,
I loosen the ice and stretch my limbs and find again that His joy is my
strength.
May you find the same during these crispy winter days.
Do not sorrow, for the
joy of the Lord is your strength.
–Nehemiah 8:10
The trees of the field will clap their hands, and we'll go out with joy!
ReplyDeleteGreat post!
Beautiful - especially for me this weekend.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Linda and Lisa. So glad you were blessed by the Lord's blessing to me.
ReplyDeleteAmen. It is well with my soul no matter the winter.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, Karla. Isn't our Lord's consistency an amazing attribute?
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