Bending this way and that, the bare branches of deciduous
trees not yet dressed in their spring finery are set in sharp, pleasing relief
to the expanse of clear blue sky. Buds are forming; soon blossom will burst
out, and these bare branches will be hidden by leafy clothing.
I love the luxurious grace of trees in all their spring and
summer finery, and yet that finery obscures the stark beauty of supporting
skeletal frameworks which give the trees their shape.
Whether I am in blossom, in leaf, or bare in a wilderness winter,
may my spiritual skeleton be that which shapes me today. May others look at me
but see the grace and mercy of Jesus, who is my rock and my redeemer. May my
words drip with the honey of salvation, arousing a deep spiritual longing in
those I encounter today, leading them to Jesus.
May others, who find themselves in a ‘dry and weary land
where there is no water’, discover that God’s love is better than life, and
that those who love Jesus will praise and rejoice in God forever, ‘while the
mouths of liars will be silenced’. (Psalm 63)
He is the Lord, and He reigns on high, holding this
beautiful world in his hands. His was the first Word, and it will be the last.
Hallelujah. Our God reigns.
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