“Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.” -Psalms 150:6
Today marks the first calendar day of spring. Yet the evidence of spring began to arrive in our neck of the woods several weeks back. The Phoebe bird, who perches on our deck announcing his presence, has returned from his wintering grounds. The robins now join the cardinals in a prelude that welcomes the dawn of each new day. The bluebirds are busy shopping the birdhouse real estate market in search of this year’s nesting site. Buds fill out the tips of various trees and bushes while green blades and early spring flowers dot the garden and forest floor. The days now draw to an end with the melodic chorus of peeper frogs floating up from the wetlands.
With each passing day, I find myself growing increasingly restless when stuck inside. I grab every opportunity to work outdoors much to my Lab’s delight. As I take in my surroundings, I can’t help but see the words of Psalms 150: 6 unfolding around me- “Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.”
I see the praise first in my Lab. It comes in the form of her peacefulness and contentment as she lies in the grass, basking in the warmth of the sun, her nose tilted upward as she catches the smells carried on the passing breeze. Next, I hear the melodies of the various birds as they move among the trees. Their praise is in the song they sing from dawn until dusk. Finally, my eyes scan the garden where I see the petals of the crocuses open to the kiss of sun and the leaves of the lilies and strawberries stretching skyward. Their praise is in their vibrant colors that reach toward the heavens. It is in this place surrounded by nature’s praise to God our Creator that I find a song of praise pouring out of my own heart.
“I will praise you, O Lord, with all my heart; I will tell of all your wonders. I will be glad and rejoice in you; I will sing praise to your name, O Most High.” -Psalms 9:1-2
I can only hope that you too will slip outside and join in Creation’s chorus of praise to our Lord. (See Psalm 148)
“This is my Father’s world,
And to my list’ning ears
All nature sings, and round me rings
The music of the spheres.
This is my Father’s world:
I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas—
His hand the wonders wrought.
This is my Father’s world:-Maltbie Babcock, 1901*
The birds their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white,
Declare their Maker’s praise.
This is my Father’s world:
He shines in all that’s fair;
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass,
He speaks to me everywhere.”
*Babcock, Maltbie. (1901). “This is My Father’s World” [Lyrics]. Retrieved from URL https://library.timelesstruths.org/music/This_Is_My_Fathers_World/
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