Sunday, February 17, 2013
This is my Father’s world, the birds their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white, declare their Maker’s praise.
This is my Father’s world: He shines in all that’s fair;
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass;
He speaks to me everywhere.
This has been one of my favorite hymns since my childhood, especially this verse. Could it have been preparing me for the theme of so much of my writing today? I love the vision of Jesus - God - walking through the grasses making the rustling sound as He goes by. Just one more reassurance of his presence everywhere...shining in all that's fair.
I hope you recognize God's presence all around you this week.