Friday, March 1, 2019

Dear God,

I heard the song, not just once but three times.  Although winter is deep with snow and cold temperatures, I heard the song of spring.  The birds were singing it.  Winter may be my favorite season, O Lord, but I recognize the beauty of all your seasons.

Each new day is a gift from your hand.  As the morning dawns and the sun rises, there is beauty, the most incredible beauty on earth.  As we watch the sky turn from black to gray to white and blue, we know there is no better artist in the cosmos than the one Great Artist.  We can watch the change and sing out in praise.

Thank you
for the song
of faith
that sings
of your praise.
There is
no one
more worthy
of praise
than you,
Holy God.
Teach us
the way
of gratitude
so we too
can join
the singing.

Love, Andrea