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Called to Sit

I sit on my couch, coffee in hand, and we talk. He called me here for some reason today, and my spirit, His Spirit in me, will not let me ignore it somehow. So I sit. And I ask Him what He wants of this time. Why He called me here now. I’ve got so much to do. Is this really what You want?

Then He shows me the buds just outside the window behind the couch. The ones I hadn’t noticed until now. Their pinkish-whitish-beige-ish petals raised up in praise to the One Who made them and Who sustains them and lures them out of hiding even in the rain and the clouds of early May. And my breath catches as He points out the contrast of the buds against the stark white cloud-covered sky.

Just then a bird catches my eye as it soars way above the tallest pine by the road, and my soul sings praise to the One Who brought me here. My spirit soars with adoration for The Creator because of a bird doing what it was designed to do. Using it wings to go about its day. And I wonder if my living, my daily going-about could possibly do the same.

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.

Day after day they pour forth speech;night after night they display knowledge.

There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard.

Their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world.”      Psalm 19:1-4

2 Thoughts on “Called to Sit

  1. Just want you to know that I love you! Your words never cease to inspire me and I am forever grateful that God put you in my life.

  2. Angie on May 23, 2011 at 4:12 pm said:

    Your words are so beautiful. Thanks for the reminder of the beauty He has placed all around us.

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