Early morning sun falls through the east facing window as I sit in my favorite chair reading devotion for the day, journaling thoughts and prayers. Glancing out the window I see wind blowing through the tops of trees. But not the shorter trees or lower limbs. Only the upper branches. I watch morning after morning as the wind drifts among the tops unbeknown to the life below.
How often do we feel like God is silent? Or not working in our lives? Nothing seems to be falling into place. The job didn’t work out. The relationship failed. Disease still ravages. Resistance seems to discourage at every turn.
Again I’m brought back to the thought that even though we cannot see His hand at work doesn’t mean He isn’t working. Just like the wind couldn’t be seen in the smaller trees and lower branches doesn’t mean it wasn’t there.
“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the LORD. “As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.” Isaiah 55:8-9NIV
His ways are not our ways. We cannot always understand. I continue listing the graces. Counting the gifts. Giving thanks.
Smell of fresh summer rain. (7/17/11)
Bright moonlight through the trees. (7/17/11)
A hummingbird flying & hovering a foot from me. (7/18/11)
Birds in the crepe myrtle as I sit on the porch & read. (7/18/11)
For my favorite red chair in the living room. (7/19/11)
For the gift of prayer. (7/19/11)
For waking up to a thunderstorm. (7/20/11)
For wind blowing through the tops of the trees. (7/21/11)
For twitter friends who encourage. (7/21/11)
For new music by Shaun Groves – Third World Symphony. (7/21/11)
For the neighbor mowing at 9 instead of 6. (7/22/11)
For a rainbow in the rear view mirror on the drive back from Auburn. (7/23/11)