2024-05-13 10:25:15
Categories:
Related Post
Finding a FeatherFinding a Feather
Today on my beach walk, I came across a feather. It lay in the sand, perfect in shape, a swift, arching curve. I picked it up, running my fingers over its simple complexity. I wonder if the owner knew of the feather’s loss, or if it simply fluttered down as the bird soared overhead in search of food. Perhaps it was scarcely acknowledged as it went missing. I turned around to see my footprints in the sand; I wonder now what I leave behind me, what traces do others come across. Is what I leave behind beautiful or sordid? I wonder, dear Father, if others can see you in my footprints. Do I leave behind a message of hope, of encouragement, of love? What words have my lips last spoken? Where did my feet last visit? What message did my hands last shape? Does my path seem strewn with careless and selfish refuse, with ugly words, with mean spirited thoughtlessness? O please help me, Heavenly Father, to walk in your path, to leave behind in my wake all that testifies I share my path with you.
Today on my beach walk, I came across a feather. It lay in the sand, perfect in shape, a swift, arching curve. I picked it up, running my fingers over its simple complexity. I wonder if the owner knew of the feather’s loss, or if it simply fluttered down as the bird soared overhead in search of food. Perhaps it was scarcely acknowledged as it went missing. I turned around to see my footprints in the sand; I wonder now what I leave behind me, what traces do others come across. Is what I leave behind beautiful or sordid? I wonder, dear Father, if others can see you in my footprints. Do I leave behind a message of hope, of encouragement, of love? What words have my lips last spoken? Where did my feet last visit? What message did my hands last shape? Does my path seem strewn with careless and selfish refuse, with ugly words, with mean spirited thoughtlessness? O please help me, Heavenly Father, to walk in your path, to leave behind in my wake all that testifies I share my path with you.
One Little StarOne Little Star
One Little Star
By Marilyn McCann
Just one little star glimmers through the inky darkness of the
night sky, lifting the shadows from my spirit and making me
smile. Since I was a child, I have loved the velvet softness of
twilight and the shroud of darkness as it gently falls upon the
earth. So, this was no small gift to me. Often sick as a little
girl, I was required to go to bed very early and there was
held captive by the glorious even-song of robins, raised as
hymns of praise to our Creator. Then, as darkness fell and
my sister slept in the next bed, I would tiptoe to the bedroom
window to gaze with awe and a deep sense of yearning at
the moon and stars in all their glory. Then and now there is
peace that descends upon my heart like velvet to my soul as
the sun sets, the moon rises and the stars make their grand
entrance; all in praise of the great I AM. It is the time of day I
always feel immensely close to God, even though I KNOW
he is present in every sunrise of every day. But I see
sunrise as a promise and sunset, moon rise as the answer to
that promise. Because just as the moon reflects and gathers
its’ inner glow from the sun, so we too reflect life giving light
from God’s very own precious Son. Pure gift!
Yes, tonight one little star brought a smile to my lips and joy
and peace to my heart, as once again I experience the
awesome tenderness and generosity of God’s love for me
expressed in the magnificence of the night sky.
Sun, moon and stars, by their very being, invite us to join
them in their worship-full praise of our Creator, while at the
same time providing us glimpses of the wondrous Love of
our very own Father God.